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Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground And I know our song is old but heavy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebirds fly? And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder I see you stir the fog around And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebirds fly? I say where do my bluebirds fly? Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail And I know well I was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh Songtexte With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a target in the sky I say where do my bluebirds fly? I say where do my bluebirds fly? (Thanks to nottelling for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania