| Out of the doorway, into the morning Wish I was a bird
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| that was migratory Spoken half in jest,
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| catch the bird that’s in my nest Out of the doorway,
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| into the morning All of them seem to be selling something
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| Illegal substances, or an hour with no kisses Though
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| I am tempted, they are pre-empted You and your rosary
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| are exempted From criminality,
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| still there is a duality You’ll never know it,
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| I’ll never show it Only I hear it,
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| only I know that What’s apropos for me,
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| may for thee be blasphemy And the hills are alive with
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| the sound of music CHORUS: When I kiss you,
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| when I kiss you I hear Charlie Parker playing Will
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| I miss you, will I miss you When the playing ends one
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| night When I kiss you, when I kiss you I hear Charlie
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| Parker playing Will I miss you,
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| will I miss you When I finally see the light Where
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| are they going, what are they doing Who are they chasing,
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| who are they suing It all ends up OK in this Tennessee
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| Williams play What are they facing,
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| who are they casing When you’re attacked,
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| tell me, who are you macing For me it’s all just fine,
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| 'cause she’s a Frank Lloyd Wright design The finest
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| of material A little asymmetrical But that’s the way
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| it goes, my love for her just grows and grows It’s
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| bigger than Fuji, bigger than Fuji Sometimes she’s
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| a little screwy But all that is offset when we dispense
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| with etiquette And the hills are alive with the sound
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| of music CHORUS Out of the doorway,
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| into the morning Wish I was a bird that was predatory
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| Spoken half in jest, catch the bird that’s in my nest
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| There’s rebel advances, labor disputes Somebody’s shot
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| and somebody shoots And hits the bullseye -bam- captured
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| on a portacam And the hills are alive with the sound of music |