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
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Bluebird
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| James Gang |
