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The movement comes in slow |
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It's a tune we both should know |
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And the walls are thin |
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So we keep our voices low |
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You're a bird with a pretty mouth |
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You're a bird with songs to shout |
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And the same refrain continues |
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Singing out: |
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"If you love her let her go, |
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If you love her let her go" |
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She sings beautiful and slow |
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A tune that only caged birds know |
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So you're in Nashville on the phone |
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And I'm back here at home |
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And the words are new |
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But I recognize the tone |
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"If you love her let her go |
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If you love her let her go |
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If you love her let her go" |
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She's beautifully composed |
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A tune that only caged birds know |
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My love goes free... |
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My love goes free... |
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My love goes free... |
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My love goes free... |