Mockingbird, mockingbird
Cry me a river
I hear you calling
How can you forgive her
For talking to him in that way?
Shy, shy, oh shy away
Denial is the better part of our foreplay
For what is love but a footprint in the clay
Left by a rambler who has walked on their way
Mocking bird of the mountain
Call me back one day
Sing of how the others sing
Sing of what they say
Are you a writer, are you an artist?
Do you show life at its smartest or hardest?
Worst or best news spread around the glade
Mockingbird, mockingbird sing your sweet serenade
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