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If I had a mockingbird |
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For every tear I've shed |
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The skies would rain with laughter |
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Every time I raised my head |
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And every drop would be a tear |
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That fell upon the ground |
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Until the waters rose so high |
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That I must surely drown |
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And it's cold, cold, cold |
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And no hint of spring |
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Yes it's cold, cold, cold |
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When the mockingbirds sing |
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When I used to walk this earth |
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Beneath the harvest moon |
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All the heavens rose above me |
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Silent as a tomb |
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Now the skies are filled with noise |
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The moonlight wears a shroud |
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Black enough to bury |
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Every broken ugly vow |
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And it's cold, cold, cold |
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And no hint of spring |
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Yes it's cold, cold, cold |
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When the mockingbirds sing |
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If I had a mockingbird |
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For every lie I found |
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The sky would fill with laughter |
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'til it shattered from the sound |
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And every piece that fell to earth |
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Would land with such a spark |
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That finally there'd be flame enough |
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To warm my broken heart |
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And it's cold, cold, cold |
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And no hint of spring |
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Yes it's cold, cold, cold |
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When the mockingbirds sing |
