Lyrics Green Finch and Linnett Bird - Jayne Wisener
                                                Green 
                                                finch 
                                                and 
                                                linnet 
                                                bird,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nightingale, 
                                                blackbird,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                you 
                                                sing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                jubilate, 
                                                sitting 
                                                in 
                                                cages,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                taking 
                                                wing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Outside 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                waits, 
                                                beckoning, 
                                                beckoning,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                bars.
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                remain, 
                                                staring 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                rain,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maddened 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                stars?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                you 
                                                sing 
                                                anything?
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                you 
                                                sing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                cage 
                                                has 
                                                many 
                                                rooms, 
                                                damask 
                                                and 
                                                dark.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                there 
                                                sings, 
                                                not 
                                                even 
                                                my 
                                                lark.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Larks 
                                                never 
                                                will, 
                                                you 
                                                know, 
                                                when 
                                                they′re 
                                                captive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Teach 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                more 
                                                adaptive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Green 
                                                finch 
                                                and 
                                                linnet 
                                                bird,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nightingale, 
                                                blackbird,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Teach 
                                                me 
                                                how 
                                                to 
                                                sing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                cannot 
                                                fly, 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                sing.
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Album
                                
Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, The Motion Picture Soundtrack (deluxe version)                                
                                
                                    
                         date of release
 17-12-2007
                            1 Opening Title
2 No Place Like London
3 The Worst Pies in London
4 Poor Thing
5 My Friends
6 Green Finch and Linnett Bird
7 Alms Alms
8 Johanna
9 Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
10 The Contest
11 Wait
12 Ladies in Their Sensitivities
13 Pretty Women
14 Epiphany
15 A Little Priest
16 Johanna
17 God, That's Good!
18 By the Sea
19 Not While I'm Around
20 Final Scene
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