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There's a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb |
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he seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him |
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and everything he sings from the branch that he's sitting on |
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seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around |
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First he sings and then he goes. |
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and what it means? It's hard to know. |
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Baby works down right off of Barbur Blvd |
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Writes down everything on the back of a business card |
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everything she writes will turn into a song or two |
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she puts it on the stage and all goes still |
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now if she sings a forest clear |
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she puts a tree right in your ear. |
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Now why can't it stay with me? |
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Why don't you tell me it cause it makes a fool of me |
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Well Eden was a garden you know |
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the birds were in the trees until the place was gone |
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they scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on |
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Just the other night the clocks were moving awful slow |
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I heard a woman's voice coming up form the street below |
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I got up from my bed that song was so enrapturing |
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and found my real to reel just to see if I could capture - |
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by the time i turned it on, and turned an ear |
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that voice was gone. |
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Now why can't it stay with me? |
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Why don't you say it cause it makes a fool of me |
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Well Eden was a garden you know |
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the birds were in the trees until the place was gone |
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they scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on |