| Pretty wings, you’re the prettiest thing
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| You’re like Parker Posey in a magazine
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| With fitted jeans and crop top back in ninety-three
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| I wanna be your dressed in black
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| Your dark star with the backwards hat
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| I’m gonna write a book and put your name on every page
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| Every page
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| Hey pretty little mockingbird
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| Keep singing them sad, sad songs
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| There’s already rain on my window
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| I’m dying when the morning comes
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| Flew away in the night with the raven
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| Now I’m underneath the willows hanging
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| I’m too strung out to be upside down
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| Pretty little mockingbird, sing your song
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| I was a desert, honey you were the sand
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| I was a bird, baby you were the branch
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| And I flew into the blue and watched those flowers die
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| It wasn’t much, just everything
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| You could’ve sat right there and got high with me
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| But you fell asleep and your dreaming brought the nightmares
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| Brought the nightmares
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| Hey pretty little mockingbird
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| Keep singing them sad, sad songs
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| There’s already rain on my window
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| I’m dying when the morning comes
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| Flew away in the night with the raven
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| Now I’m underneath the willows hanging
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| I’m too strung out to be upside down
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| Pretty little mockingbird, sing your song
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| Hey pretty little mockingbird
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| Keep singing them sad, sad songs
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| There’s already rain on my window
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| I’m dying when the morning comes
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| Flew away in the night with the raven
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| Now I’m underneath the willows hanging
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| I’m too strung out to be upside down
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| Pretty little mockingbird
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| Pretty little mockingbird, sing your song |