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Oh, lullaby by birdland that's what I |
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Always hear, when you sigh, |
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never in my wordland could there be words to reveal |
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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 we made with our lips |
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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'd cry in my pillow |
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If you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby by 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 up above |
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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 we made with our lips |
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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'd cry in my pillow |
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If you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby by 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 up above |
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All because we're in love |