| Said you never felt lower
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| Looking at her own shoulder
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| Slow motion, slipping away
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| She’s writing songs about leaving something
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| Sad ones about believing in one thing
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| and watching it fade away
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| And if you’d given me most of you
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| I’d have handed over all of me
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| But it’s in the rearview
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| My baby
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| Baby bluebird
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| Say it’s never over
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| Chipping away at the boulder
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| Spinning those wheels
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| Writing songs about coming under
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| I’ve fallen in love with the idea of someone
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| Who is it gonna be
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| But still when I saw you
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| My heart it split clear in two
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| So pretty in the rearview
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| My baby
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| Baby bluebird
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| And if you’d given me most of you
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| I’d have handed over all of me
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| But it’s in the rearview
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| My baby
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| Baby bluebird
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| My my my my baby
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| Baby bluebird
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| My, my my my baby
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| Baby bluebird |