Smashed Birds

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I walk the road when I realize my death

C       Em                     Am     G
The road that knows about my pity, little past

C       Em             D
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

C       Em             D
I asked one tree one tree to take me in

Am      G
To your house



G                       C
And there I took all of your birds

                        D               G
And I smashed them in my pocket, oh

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And then I got the feathers off and

Am                      C              Em             Am             G
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