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I learned long ago '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, 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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I've spent my youth 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, 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, 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, a beautiful crested one
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And your eyes would beg, but I'm just doing my job


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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Standing here in front of you
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Killing birds