What are those things with big black wings
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Circling descending from up over head
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Lie to me tell me that they're only robins
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Tell me that your love for me will never be dead
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Today all the rooms in our home feel like strangers
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I wonder what makes me feel so out of place
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Why have you suddenly emptied your closets
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And why can't you look me in the face
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What are those things with big black wings
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Circling descending from up over head
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Lie to me tell me that they're only robins
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Tell me that your love for me will never be dead
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You faithfully promised you'd never leave me
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You told me your heart have no room for goodbyes
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But tell me what makes all this distance between us
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And who put that leavin' in your eyes
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What are those things with big black wings
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Circling descending from up over head
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Lie to me tell me that they're only robins
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Tell me that your love for me will never be dead
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What are those things with big black wings
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Circling descending from up over head
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Lie to me tell me that they're only robins
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Tell me that your love for me will never be dead
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What Are Those Things
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| Roger Miller |
