Out of the doorway, into the morning
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Wish I was a bird that was migratory
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Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
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Out of the doorway, into the morning
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All of them seem to be selling something
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Illegal substances, or an hour with no kisses
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Though I am tempted, they are pre-empted
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You and your rosary are exempted
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From criminality, still there is a duality
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You'll never know it, I'll never show it
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Only I hear it, only I know that
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What's apropos for me, may for thee be blasphemy
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And the hills are alive with the sound of music
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CHORUS:
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When I kiss you, when I kiss you
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I hear Charlie Parker playing
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Will I miss you, will I miss you
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When the playing ends one night
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When I kiss you, when I kiss you
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I hear Charlie Parker playing
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Will I miss you, will I miss you
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When I finally see the light
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Where are they going, what are they doing
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Who are they chasing, who are they suing
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It all ends up OK in this Tennessee Williams play
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What are they facing, who are they casing
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When you're attacked, tell me, who are you macing
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For me it's all just fine, 'cause she's a Frank Lloyd Wright design
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The finest of material
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A little asymmetrical
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But that's the way it goes, my love for her just grows and grows
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It's bigger than Fuji, bigger than Fuji
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Sometimes she's a little screwy
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But all that is offset when we dispense with etiquette
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And the hills are alive with the sound of music
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CHORUS
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Out of the doorway, into the morning
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Wish I was a bird that was predatory
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Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that's in my nest
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There's rebel advances, labor disputes
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Somebody's shot and somebody shoots
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And hits the bullseye -bam- captured on a portacam
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And the hills are alive with the sound of music
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CHORUS
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(When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing
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Sparks |