| Bluebird on a telephone line
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| How are you? |
| I’m feeling fine
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| Sweetly do I whisper your name
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| Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel
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| On the wrong side of the tracks
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| The facts are tricky to explain
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| Cold front bearing down
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| Blowing in from Birmingham
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| By dawn the window’s wet with icy rain
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| Behind fourteen doors
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| A sad parade of paramours are throwing little
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| White rocks at sorrow’s window pane
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| Me, I’ve found someone to love more than the rain
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| Salvation Army ringing bell
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| Kingdom come and wishing wells
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| Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes
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| It’s the devil and the deep blue sea with old friends
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| I hope I never see again all tangled up
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| With misery and lies
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| The lonely hiss of passing cars
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| Feeds the ache of ancient scars
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| Like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains
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| No good luck charm or remedy ever
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| Proved to soothe my sanity
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| Nor bad medicine served to ease my pain
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| Had to find someone to love more than the rain
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| Now, old habits will die hard
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| This pile of junk setting in my yard
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| Souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams
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| You spend a lifetime tearing temples
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| Down, it gets to feel like
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| Hallowed ground is a shallow grave
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| Where ne’er the bluebird sings
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| Last time home when I played this song
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| You said, «Dad, it’s sad, and way too long»
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| And I pulled you close and held you in my arms
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| Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise
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| 'Cause I can see the heaven in your eyes
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| And I thank God them years
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| I searched were not in vain
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| Finally found someone to love more than the rain
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| Bluebird, I love you more than the rain |