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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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