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The Doors

The bird sings outside my piano

Lark of sweet love singing low

The more I play, the more he sings

He lives right up there in the green tree

Singing to me melodies

And in return, I play for him

I played him a song on my piano

Well I played real good, I played what I could

And in return, he sang for me

He lives right there in the tree

Giving me his melodies

A bird sings outside my piano



Well I played real good, I played what I could

And in return, he sang for me

He lives right there in the tree

Giving me his melodies

A bird sings outside my piano



A bird sings outside my piano

Lark of sweet love singing low

He lives right there in the tree

Singing the melodies

The more I play, the more he sings

The bird sings outside my piano