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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough
for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I pour whiskey
on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough
for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to
screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say,
I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's
singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together
like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep,
but I don't weep, do you?