| Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
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| And I know our song is over and heavy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes
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| Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky
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| Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
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| And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around
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| And when you find the boys and gears of sunset we’ll hear that high and
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| lonesome sound, oh And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes
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| Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky
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| Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
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| I say where do my bluebirds fly?
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| Oh, well I know you soak your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
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| And I know well I was sole and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh With all this fever in my mind I could aim for your kerosene eyes
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| Oh, you’re just a target in the sky
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| I say where do my bluebirds fly?
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| I say where do my bluebirds fly? |