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Bluebird<br>Charles Bukowski<br><br>there&`&s a bluebird in my heart that<br>wants to get out<br>but I&`&m too tough for him,<br>I say, stay in there, I&`&m not going<br>to let anybody see<br>you.<br>there&`&s a bluebird in my heart that<br>wants to get out<br>but I pour whiskey on him and inhale<br>cigarette smoke<br>and the whores and the bartenders<br>and the grocery clerks<br>never know that<br>he&`&s<br>in there.<br><br>there&`&s a bluebird in my heart that<br>wants to get out<br>but I&`&m too tough for him,<br>I say,<br>stay down, do you want to mess<br>me up?<br>you want to screw up the<br>works?<br>you want to blow my book sales in<br>Europe?<br>there&`&s a bluebird in my heart that<br>wants to get out<br>but I&`&m too clever, I only let him out<br>at night sometimes<br>when everybody&`&s asleep.<br>I say, I know that you&`&re there,<br>so don&`&t be<br>sad.<br>then I put him back,<br>but he&`&s singing a little<br>in there, I haven&`&t quite let him<br>die<br>and we sleep toge...