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I can't hear my mocking bird |
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Now worn |
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Over my shoulder |
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You have no love to give |
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So try just like I need you |
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I can't hear you calling |
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And I avoid your eyes |
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You think it's too dangerous |
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Hold our your hands |
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Hold |
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Hold |
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Hold |
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Then dance |
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And use your gold |
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Oh, your finest white that you can sew |
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And when |
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You have something good to me |
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It was gone |
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Yeah it was gone |
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So I can hear you calling |
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And I avoid your eyes |
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You think no one's hearing |
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Hold out your hands |
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It's not hard |
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For me |
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For you |
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You can hear this sound |
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Eventually |
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It's not far to love |
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To come and remain |
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It's trust that could break |
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At least to myself it's not love |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
