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Sara Bareilles - Bluebird |
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Word came through in a letter, |
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One of us changing our minds. |
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You won't need to guess who, since I usually do, |
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Not send letters to me that are mine. |
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Told you I saw this coming, |
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That I'd practically packed up my things. |
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Was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine but, |
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All honesty knows, I wasn't ready, no. |
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And so here we go bluebird, |
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Back to the sky on your own. |
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Oh let him go bluebird, |
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Ready to fly, |
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You and I, |
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Here we go. |
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Here we go. |
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This pair of wings worn and rusted, |
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Too many years by my side |
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They can carry me swear to be, |
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Sturdy and strong but see, |
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Turning them on still means goodbye. |
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And so here we go bluebird, |
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Gather your strength and rise up. |
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Oh let him go bluebird. |
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Oh let him go bluebird. |
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Oh let him go bluebird. |
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Ready to fly, |
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You and I, |
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Here we go. |
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Here we go... |