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