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Oh, lullaby of birdland that's what I |
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Always hear, when you sigh |
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Never in my word land could there be words |
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To reveal in a phrase how I feel |
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Have you ever heard two turtle doves? |
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Bill and Coo, when they love |
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That's the kind of magic music |
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We make with our lips when we kiss |
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And there's a weepy old willow |
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He really knows how to cry |
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That's how I cry in my pillow |
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If you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby of birdland whisper low |
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Kiss me sweet and we'll go |
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Flying high in birdland, high in the sky |
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Up above all because we're in love |
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Lullaby, lullaby |
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Have you ever heard two turtle doves? |
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Bill and Coo when they love |
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That's the kind of magic music |
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We make with our lips when we kiss |
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And there's a weepy old willow |
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He really knows how to cry |
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That's how I cry in my pillow |
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If you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby of birdland whisper low |
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Kiss me sweet and we'll go |
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Flying high in birdland, high in the sky |
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Up above all because we're in love |
