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Charles Bukowski - Bluebird
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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?
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