Текст песни Nightbird - Eva Cassidy
                                                Some 
                                                old 
                                                hotel 
                                                room 
                                                in 
                                                Memphis
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                just 
                                                chasing 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                remembering 
                                                some 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                there 
                                                once 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                boy
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                street 
                                                he'd 
                                                surely 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                the 
                                                nightbird 
                                                took 
                                                him 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                she 
                                                taught 
                                                him 
                                                how 
                                                to 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                nightbird 
                                                softly 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                does 
                                                she 
                                                fly 
                                                alone?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                flame 
                                                for 
                                                her 
                                                memory?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                she′s 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Two 
                                                bit 
                                                bars 
                                                and 
                                                honky 
                                                tonks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Any 
                                                pleasure 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                get 
                                                just 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                want
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                lay 
                                                your 
                                                money 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                lonely 
                                                sailors 
                                                do 
                                                their 
                                                drinking
 
                                    
                                
                                                My, 
                                                my, 
                                                my 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                brave 
                                                men 
                                                do 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                nightbird 
                                                sells 
                                                her 
                                                pleasures
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bringing 
                                                tears 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                nightbird 
                                                softly 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                does 
                                                she 
                                                fly 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                flame 
                                                for 
                                                her 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                she's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                I'll 
                                                go 
                                                out 
                                                walking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lord, 
                                                let 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                keep 
                                                falling 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                I′ll 
                                                go 
                                                chase 
                                                some 
                                                memories
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                dark 
                                                side 
                                                of 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                the 
                                                nightbird 
                                                softly 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                does 
                                                she 
                                                fly 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                flame 
                                                for 
                                                her 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                she′s 
                                                gone
 
                                    
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