| If the song of the songbird, could replace my wrong word
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| Then my dear, that’s the song I would borrow
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| And tonight you would hear the saddest song of the year
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| And you’d be mine once again, come tomorrow
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| If the song of the swallow, could reveal my sorrow
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| Then my dear, he would sing just for you
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| And tonight you would hear the saddest song of the year
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| And you’d be mine once again, come tomorrow
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| Just tonight, while in flight, on your window sill daylight
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| To tell you, all of my tears
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| And tonight you would hear the saddest song of the year
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| And you’d be mine once again, come tomorrow
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| If the song of the swallow, could reveal my sorrow
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| Then my dear, he would sing, he would sing, just for you
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| And tonight, tonight, you would hear, the saddest song, oh, of the year
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| And you’d be mine once again, come tomorrow
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| Oh yes tonight, tonight you would hear the saddest song of the year
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| And you’d be mine, you’d be mine once again, come tomorrow
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| Sing sing sing sing sing, Mr. Songbird
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| Come on and sing just once, little swallow
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| and make her mine once again… fade |