The birds are the keepers of our secret
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As they saw us where we lay
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In the deepest grass of springtime
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In a reckless guilty haze
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And they wove a sweet indifference
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And it settled on our skin
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Till the eyes that I remembered
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For the last time drew me in
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The birds, though I wore your glacial patience
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To a smudge of bitter dust
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On the last day you embraced me
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With a glistening sapling trust
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Did they sing a million blessings
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As they watched us slowly part?
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Do they keep those final kisses
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In their tiny racing hearts
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What are we gonna do with you?
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Same tale every time
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What are we gonna do with you?
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Come on inside
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Looking back is for the birds
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What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
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What are we gonna do with you?
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Come on inside
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Looking back is for the birds
|
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What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Come on inside
|
Looking back is for the birds
|
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What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Come on inside
|
Looking back is for the birds
|
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The birds are the keepers of our secret
|
As they saw us where we lay
|
In the deepest grass of springtime
|
In a reckless guilty haze
|
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Come on inside
|
Looking back is for the birds
|
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Did they sing a million blessings
|
As they watched us slowly part?
|
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What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Come on inside
|
Looking back is for the birds
|
|
Do they keep those final kisses
|
In their tiny racing hearts
|
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Same tale every time
|
What are we gonna do with you?
|
Come on inside
|
Looking back is for the birds
|
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What are we gonna do with you?
|
What are we gonna do with you?
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The Birds
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| Elbow |
