| Trouble, more trouble can you get anymore
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| Slow bubble boiling on the bedroom floor
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| Lonely ain’t lonely, someone calling at the door
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| Someone lovely and she’s bringing bad news
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| She clenches and she cries and she lays on the stairs
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| Pounding on the earth and yanking at her hairs
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| And showing such fear at being found unawares
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| To be here and be bringing bad news
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| Well, something bad happens and a lot of people go Bad themselves, that’s how awful it is Turning half the heart into something hard and dark
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| And she had to bring here this
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| Well, she’s told, «Hold your buttons and look at the sky
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| Someone will fix things if you let your face dry
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| Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high
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| And you may transcend the bad news»
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| Well, something bad happens and a lot of people go Bad themselves, that’s how awful it is Turning half the heart into something hard and dark
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| And she had to bring here this
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| For all hammers and nails
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| For all leaves and winds
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| For all love ambitions
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| And enemies and friends
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| She shakes her face so fiercely that all her features go She lays like a monkey unclothed in the snow
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| And her voice it decays and before it does she goes,
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| «I will never again deliver bad news»
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| Something bad happens and a lot of people go Bad themselves, that’s how awful it is Turning half the heart into something hard and dark
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| And she had to bring here this
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| Mm, hey little bird — hey little bird
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| Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
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| Hey little bird — hey little bird
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| Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
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| (Hey little bird — hey little bird)
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| Thank you for not (letting go of me when I let go of you) |