Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can't tell you why.
She knows only crying. Deep within her heart, you see,
There she sits, aloft at perch. (?)
Just crying.
Strangest color blue.
Thinks only of you.
Flying is forgotten now.
Just you. Oh yeah.
Must be a thousand hues.
So, get all those blues,
And be just differently used. You just know.
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
She got soul.
She got soul.
That you can't categorize. She got soul.
She got soul!
Do you think she loves you?
Soon she's going to fly away.
Do you think at all? Give herself a bath of tears
And go home, and go home.
Sadness is her own.
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