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Songbird in a golden cage |
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She'd prefer the blue |
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How I crave the liquor of her song |
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My Songbird |
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Harris Emmylou |
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Poor bird who has done no harm |
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What harm could she do |
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She shall be my prisoner her life long |
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My songbird wants her freedom |
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Now don't you think I know |
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But I can't find it in myself |
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To let my songbird go |
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I just can't let her go |
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O lord, when your jeweler's eye |
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Peers into my soul |
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O lord, I am overcome with shame |
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Take me lord and purify |
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Heal me with a word |
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Lord, I beg a gift I dare not claim |
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My songbird wants her freedom |
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Now don't you think I know |
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But I can't find it in myself |
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To let my songbird go |
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I just can't let her go |
