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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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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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
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Killing Birds
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| Chris Cornell |
