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Upon the mountains, where I live I have a sofa made of bricks I carried up there, when it was snowing, when it rained. I built a house there under the trees caught a sparrow and set it free It's up to me, what I do here, what I don't. I've been picking blueberries all night long I've been picking blueberries all alone If you were here, my dear on your own You would realize everything Everything you could want, everything's here Don't you know, I live on the Blueberry Hill Everything you could think of Everything's real Don't you know, I am from the Blueberry Hill Upon the mountains, where I stay I have a garden wouldn't say that it could be true when all the flowers, they're just like you I have a sofa made of bricks, broken clocks I haven't fixed, but my fingertips and lips, they are blue. I've been picking blueberries all night long I've been picking blueberries all alone You are were, my dear on your own You would realize everything... From Letras Mania