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There's a lovely little line baby bird.

And you tweet it with your beak

in the middle of the morning,

when I lay in his arms.

In the cold autumn morning,

when I lay in his arms.



As I dress myself for the day baby bird,

your sweet song reminds me to be patient.

Some day I will join you,

when I am free from his grasp.

I can't wait to join you,

when I am free from his grasp.



There is a small sense of hope baby bird,

when I return to the bed that used to be mine.

You settle down in the silent night,

and you wait to wake me in the morning.

I am helpless in the silent night,

and you wait to wake me in the morning.



Where has my spirit gone baby bird?

Those morals I had are compromised.

My strength comes from you,

when all else seems impossible.

I am sure my happiness comes from you,

when all else seems impossible.



Tonight I break lose baby bird.

I'll slit his throat in the night.

They'll tell me that I'm a killer,

up on the stand they'll condemn me.

At least I'll be happy when they say I'm a killer,

up on the stand they'll condemn me.



So sing to me that sweet tweet baby bird.

I'm coming to join you.

There is nothing to crush my happiness,

I am now a happy little bird.

Finally no one will crush my happiness,

I am now a happy little bird.