| There’s a yellow flower by your bed
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| Sadly droopin' its perfumed head
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| So you won’t smell it, I know what you’ll miss
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| An' there’s a hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| A hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| Oh, there’s a hummingbird singing
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| There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
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| Lying down on the cold, dirty floor
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| The colors are fading, they’ll never shine again
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| An' there’s a hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| A hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| Ah, there’s a hummingbird singing
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| Now the road, it’s turnin' gray
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| There’s a shadow where you once lay
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| They’ll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone
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| But there’s a hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| A hummingbird, a hummingbird
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| Ah, there’s a hummingbird crying |