Smashed Birds

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I walk the road when I realize 
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my death

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The road that knows about my 
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pity, little past

C       Em             D
I grab one note and put it in my 
pocket

Am      G
With your birds


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I walked the road until I came 
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close to your house
C       Em             D
Your house was floating on my water

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C       Em             D
I asked one tree one tree to take me
 in

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To your house



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And there I took all of your birds

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And I smashed them in my pocket, oh
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And then I got the feathers off and

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I made myself a beautiful dress
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In your basement was a letter to 
myself
You wrote it when we were married
I took this note and put it in my 
mouth
With your words

And then I took all your words
And I ate them by the fire, oh
And then I tore the pages up
And I made myself a beautiful dress

I spoke your words out in your 
garden where
I built my new house near your 
flowers, trees, and bees
I told our trees and bees to fly 
away
With your words and your birds