| There’s quiet resignation in the corners of your eyes
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| A bleak and brutal sadness nobody could contrive
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| No ocean deep discussion could unravel or unwind
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| There’s freedom to your movement when the music
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| hits its stride
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| So delicately cadenced, self evidently right
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| No cluster of sweet melody could dampen or outshine
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| In a rush of blood I threw it all away
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| Oh lord what was I thinking of that day
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| The blackbird at your window
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| Singing blue into the day
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| By the time you’d turned to listen
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| Sang and up and flew away
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| No love song of devotion
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| However delicately played could pretend to replace
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| In a rush of blood I threw it all away
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| Oh lord what was I thinking of that day
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| It’s lingered long upon my lips
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| Then up and flew away
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| Singing up a blue blue day
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| Singing up a blue blue day
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| She up and flew away |