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Dm
I learned long ago 'bout a better way of killing birds
F
And what it means when they die in my hands
Dm
Like a strangled heart, it never made much sense to me
F
Why I'd need to know the best way to do that
Gb
But you have to love the murderer I've become
Gm
As I'm standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing right in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
G
Killing birds
Dm
I've spent my youth breaking down the walls my father built
F
Just like he did to his father before him
Dm
But then I had no home, so I tried to make a better one
F
It looked just like his, so I burned it down again
Gb
No there ain't a long parade of idiots
Gm
As I'm standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing right in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Killing birds
Gb
You don't have to love the murderer I've become
Dm
If I could spin a web, I would sit and wait for you
F
I wouldn't need a stone, I'd just poison you and tie you up
Dm
And you would be a bird, a beautiful crescent one
F
And your eyes would beg, but I'm just doing my job
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
Gm
Standing here in front of you
G
Killing birds
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Last Updated: September 6, 2021