| Well I didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by.
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| Saw what I’d done. |
| He set up a nest outside,
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| and he sang about what I’d become.
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| He sang so loud, sang so clear.
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| I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,
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| So I invited him in, just to reason with him.
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| I promised I wouldn’t do it again.
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| But he sang louder and louder inside the house,
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| And no I couldn’t get him out.
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| So I trapped him under a cardboard box.
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| stood on it to make him stop.
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| I picked up the bird and above the din I said
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| «That's the last song you’ll ever sing».
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| Held him down, broke his neck,
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| Taught him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
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| But in my dreams began to creep
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| that old familiar tweet tweet tweet
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| I opened my mouth to scream and shout,
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| I waved my arms and flapped about.
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| But I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout,
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| couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout.
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| I opened my mouth to scream and shout
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| waved my arms and flapped about
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| But I couldn’t scream I couldn’t shout,
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| The song was coming from my mouth.
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth.
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth,
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| From my mouth. |