| The mockingbirds are lovely
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| For this time of year
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| The one that’s up above me
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| Sounds so blue and clear
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| What’s he tryin' to tell me
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| As if it doesn’t show
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| It don’t take much to sell me
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| I plain already know
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| You done me wrong and that ain’t right
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| You hit the switch turned out the light
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| Another’s arms have held you tight
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| You done me wrong and that ain’t right
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| Late last Sunday evening
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| As I was out with friends
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| Drinking some and gambling
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| And tieing up loose ends
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| Well, I heard some conversation
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| That I was not supposed to hear
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| My congratulations
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| The situation’s clear
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| You done me wrong and that ain’t right
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| You hit the switch turned out the light
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| Another’s arms have held you tight
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| You done me wrong and that ain’t right
|
| Late last Sunday evening
|
| As I was out with friends
|
| Drinking some and gambling
|
| And tieing up loose ends
|
| Well, I heard some conversation
|
| That I was not supposed to hear
|
| My congratulations
|
| The situation’s clear
|
| You done me wrong and that ain’t right
|
| You hit the switch turned out the light
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| Another’s arms have held you tight
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| You done me wrong and that ain’t right… |