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There's a bluebird in my heart too, but unlike yours I like to let mine out from time to time, I let him spread his wings I let him sing his songs to me & to the world, My bartenders like him, he's how I've gotten most of the ****** into my bed and he doesn't mind the smoke, everyone needs a drag from time to time, He's the one who prefers Jameson and told my tongue to not drink much else, I don't hide him, But I'm not mad that you hid yours away I'm glad you did because as much as you inspire me and make me want to share my songs with the world, I'm glad I'm not as angry as you made yourself out to be, I get it, the image is everything about what seperates the men from the boys, and at this point I think I'm all grown up and we're stuck together with the same fate, So I let my bluebird sing Bukowski, because more than anything your songs taught me how to **** what the world thinks. And thank you for lying to me You old, drunk ******* Because you let your bluebird fly, you know it and may the gods bless you for not even trying. I love you ************ Just one question, Are you crying now?
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Birds of a feather
There's a bluebird in my heart too, but unlike yours I like to let mine out from time to time, I let him spread his wings I let him sing his songs to me & to the world, My bartenders like him, he's how I've gotten most of the ****** into my bed and he doesn't mind the smoke, everyone needs a drag from time to time, He's the one who prefers Jameson and told my tongue to not drink much else, I don't hide him, But I'm not mad that you hid yours away I'm glad you did because as much as you inspire me and make me want to share my songs with the world, I'm glad I'm not as angry as you made yourself out to be, I get it, the image is everything about what seperates the men from the boys, and at this point I think I'm all grown up and we're stuck together with the same fate, So I let my bluebird sing Bukowski, because more than anything your songs taught me how to **** what the world thinks. And thank you for lying to me You old, drunk ******* Because you let your bluebird fly, you know it and may the gods bless you for not even trying. I love you ************ Just one question, Are you crying now?
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Apr 24, 2015
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