bluebird

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

and he always seems to carry on,

carry on, carry on, carry on,

through these bloodied sheets.

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

and he never seems to take a rest,

take a rest, take a rest, take a rest,

despite these words i've never said to anyone.

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

and he always seems to sing all the time,

all the time, all the time, all the time,

so keep on happiness, dance on tables.

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

and he constantly lies to me,

lies to me, lies to me, lies to me,

i just want to hear the truth for once.

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

he just won't shut up,

shut up, shut up, shut up,

why can't he leave me alone?

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

it seems as though he'll never leave,

never leave, never leave, never leave,

why won't he ever leave?

hey, there's a bluebird in my chest,

i keep him in there, locked up

locked up, locked up, locked up,

i can't seem to find the key.

The End

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