Listen to my blue bird laugh she can tell you why, Deep within her heart you see, she knows only right whoa-oo just light There she sits this lofty bird the strangest color blue flying is forgotten now she thinks only of you woo just you So get all those blues, must be a thousand hues, and each is differently used you just know, you sit there mezmerized by the deepth of her eyes and if you categorize she got soul, she got soul, she got soul Soon she's gon' to fly away, her sadness is her own Leave beside her bath of tears, she'll go home
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