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Listen to my bluebird sing |
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She can't tell you why |
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Deep within her heart, you see |
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She knows I must cry |
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Yeah, cry |
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If she sits, a lofty perch |
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Strangest color blue |
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Flying is forgotten now |
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She just thinks of you |
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Yeah you |
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So, get all those blues |
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Must be a thousand hues |
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And each is differently used |
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You just know |
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You sit there mes-o-merized |
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By the depth of her eyes |
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Can't be categorized |
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She got soul |
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She got soul |
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She got soul |
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She got soul |
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Do you think she loves you? |
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Do you think at all? |
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Soon she's going to fly away |
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Worries of her own |
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Find herself another day |
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And go home, go home |
