I've been told by many books and things
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That I can read minds and I agree, at least in my dreams
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I've been yelled at by many road-ragers
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Making love to their coffee and pagers now, heading down south
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The lark was humming and softly I kept drumming
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And the world was in rhyme and it made sense for a short time
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In this little tune about the old kazoo
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Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are
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Give me your voice and your flight
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Songbird I don't care if you're an old kazoo
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Sing to me and I will sing to you
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I've been seen to be heartbroken
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Not so much a heartbreaker but an "I love you,"
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And "I think you do too"
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I've been known to be confused
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By the colors and the shapes of our round little sphere,
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On which we appeared
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The lark was humming and softly I kept drumming
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And the world was in rhyme and it made sense for a short time
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In this little tune about the old kazoo
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Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are
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Give me your voice and your flight
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Songbird I don't care if you're an old kazoo
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Sing to me and I will sing to you
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And then the Greek Muses and the sirens on the rocks
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Told me they liked my song
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And then the Greek Muses told the sirens on the rocks
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Don't you dare touch those folks near those rocks
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Don't you touch those folks near those rocks
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Orpheus told me so
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Songbird, Songbird, whatever bird you are
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Give me your voice and your flight
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Songbird I don't care if you're an old kazoo
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Sing to me and I will sing to you
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Sing to me and I will sing to you
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Sing to me and I will sing to you
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Songbird
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Katie Costello |