| The pain of losing you
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| Well it made me an angry man
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| Was there something else that I could do?
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| Was it over, had I a chance?
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| So I listened once again to my bluebird sing
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| Oh yes and children how she made the mountains sing
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| Now it haunts me still that gentle voice of spring
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| Oh my precious, my soul sister, my blue-eyed sparrow
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| Come back, come back
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| I can put away the cages
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| Come back, come back
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| I can put away the rages
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| Come back, come back
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| Can we turn the next page together
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| Listen to my bluebird laugh, she can’t tell you why
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| Deep within her heart you see, she knows only cryin'
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| There she sits a lofty perch, strangest color blue
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| Flyin' is forgotten now, thinks only of you
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| Get into all those blues, must be a thousand hues
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| And each is differently used, you just know
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| You sit there mesmerized by the depth of her eyes
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| I can tell you no lies, she’s got soul
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| Hey she’s got soul, oh she’s got soul
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| Hey said she’s got soul, alright she’s got soul
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| Soon she’s going to fly away, sadness is her own
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| Give herself a bath of tears and go on home
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| So I listened once again to my bluebird sing
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| Oh yes and children how she made the mountains ring
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| Now it haunts me still that voice of spring
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| Oh my precious, my soul sister, my blue-eyed sparrow
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| Fly back home
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| Fly back home
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| Fly back home |