| I can feel it coming as she blows in with the breeze
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| There’s a change in the air as she moves in front of me
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| Morphine momma, ease my pain
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| Come on down and set me free
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| I can feel it coming as she blows in front of me
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| And every now and then she comes in close
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| She always knows when I need her the most
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| Never lets me hold her down
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| No, her feet don’t touch the ground
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| And every now and then she comes in close
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| Bluebird, on my shouldr
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| Bluebird, on the darkest of days
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| Blubird, carry me over
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| Bluebird, come my way, ay
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| I can feel her heart is heavy like an old freight train
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| Trying to find a room for the weigh of the whole world’s pain
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| Two time heartache brings her down
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| With a drop of pouring rain
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| And I can feel her heart is heavy like an old freight train
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| And every now and then she saves me too
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| She says, «time to figure out what you’re to do»
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| She starts running through my veins, I can feel her kicking in
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| And every now and then she saves me too
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| Bluebird, on my shoulder
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| Bluebird, on the darkest of days
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| Bluebird, carry me over
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| Bluebird, come my way, ay |