| Sure do song a pretty song darlin'
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| Pretty music, lord, and pretty words
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| Like a lark and sweeter than a starling
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| But mostly like a mockingbird.
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| Words that leave your mouth all turn to ashes.
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| They flutter to the ground like falling snow,
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| They make a bed that’s soft enough to lie in And your foot steps make no sound as you go.
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| Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
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| Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard.
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| The colour of desire is a wretched blue,
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| It burns just like the centre of a flame.
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| It pulls the loosest thread inside your mind.
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| It burns everything
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| But it calls you out by name.
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| Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
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| Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard.
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| The devil stole the wings from a poor angel
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| They grew into the skin upon his back
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| Now half of his heart for me it beats
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| And the other half just repeats
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| The things I’m feeling for my mockingbird.
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| Oh my my my my,
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| My mockingbird.
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| Mockingbird, you just sound like what you said you were
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| Mockingbird, you were the sweetest thing, I ever heard. |