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Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I, always hear, when you sigh |
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Never in my wordland could there be ways to reveal |
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In a phrase, how I feel |
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Heard you ever heard two turtle doves, bill and coo, when they love |
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That's the kind of magic music we make we our lips |
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When we kiss |
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And there's a weepy old willow, he really knows how to cry |
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That's how I'd cry on my pillow, if you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby of Birdland, whisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go |
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Flyin' high in Birdland, high in the sky up above |
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All because we're in love. |
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(Instru verse) |
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And there's a weepy old willow, he really knows how to cry |
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That's how I'd cry on my pillow, if you should tell me farewell and goodbye |
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Lullaby of Birdland, whisper low, kiss me sweet, and we'll go |
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Flyin' high in Birdland, high in the sky up above |
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All because we're in love. |
