Smashed Birds

	  		

 
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I walk the road when I realize my death 

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The road that knows about my pity, little past 

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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 close to your house 
C       Em             D 
Your house was floating on my water 

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I asked one tree one tree to take me in 

Am      G 
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 

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 

And then I took all your words and I ate them by the fire, oh 
And me and your smashed birds, we danced the whole night to the moon 
And in the morning I climbed your tree and flew away