| Like some night bird, homeward wingin'
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| He seeks the sheltered nest
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| Like the sailor’s lost horizon
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| He needs some place to rest
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| The songs that he’s been singin'
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| No longer make much sense
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| And those strangers' cold perceptions
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| They’ve killed his confidence
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| Nightingale
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| She sails away upon a sea of song
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| Nightingale
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| She serenades his lonely, lonely life along
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| When his tired voice is broken
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| His golden hope is gone
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| She makes a lost soul’s simple longing
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| Somehow not so wrong
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| Nightingale
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| Nightingale
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| He was strong, but he was taken
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| By the thought of his success
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| Those spotlight shadows, how they lured him
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| And took him like all the rest
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| But that old dream don’t look good now
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| No, it don’t seem quite the same
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| He needs to hear a tender word
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| Won’t you sing him home again
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| Nightingale
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| She sails away upon a sea of song
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| Nightingale
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| She serenades his lonely, lonely life along
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| When his strength is slowly goin'
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| His pride is all but gone
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| She makes a foolish dreamer listen
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| To one last song
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| Nightingale
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| Nightingale |