If I had a mockingbird for every tear I've shed, Skies would rain with laughter every time I raise my head. And every drop would be a tear that fell upon the ground 'Til the waters rose so high that I must surely drown.
And it's cold, cold, cold, and no hint of spring Yes, it's cold, cold, cold, when the mockingbird sings.
When I used to walk this earth beneath the harvest moon All the heavens rose above me silent as a tomb. Now the skies are filled with noise, moonlight wears a shroud Black enough to bury every broken ugly vow.
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If I had a mockingbird for every lie I've found Sky would fill with laughter til it shattered from the sound. And every piece that fell to earth would land with such a spark, Finally there'd be flame enough to warm my broken heart.
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