| Songbird in a gilded cage
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| He’d prefer the blue
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| How I crave the liquor of his song
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| Poor bird who has done no harm
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| What harm could he do?
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| He shall be my prisoner his life long
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| My songbird wants his freedom
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| Now don’t you think I know?
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| But I can’t find it in myself
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| To let my songbird go
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| No, I can’t let him go
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| O Lord, when your jeweler’s eye
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| Peers into my soul
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| O Lord, I am overcome with shame
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| Take me, Lord, and purify
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| Heal me with a word
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| Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim
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| My songbird wants his freedom
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| Now don’t you think I know?
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| But I can’t find it in myself
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| To let my songbird go
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| No, I can’t let him go |