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Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground |
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And I know our song is all but healthy as |
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I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh |
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With all this fever in my mind, |
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I could drown in your kerosene eyes oh |
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You're just a riddle in the sky |
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Oh, where do my bluebird fly? |
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And as the early sign of dawn and thunder |
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I see you stir the fog around |
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And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh |
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And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes oh |
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You're just a riddle in the sky |
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Oh, where do my bluebirds fly? |
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I say where do my bluebirds fly? |
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Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail |
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And I know our lie was sold and buried before |
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I knew it was for sale, oh |
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With all this fever in my mind |
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I could aim for your kerosene eyes oh |
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You're just a target in the sky |
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I say where do my bluebirds fly? |
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I say where do my bluebirds fly? |
