I am not a bird, I'm a murder of birds
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Shifting my shape when your tongue forms the words
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Like I hate you when I love you the most
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Love you the most, love you the most
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This shape, a snake in a defensive coil
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The same attractive lips as the one foolish girl
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Say she hates you when she loves you the most
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Loves you the most, loves you
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And I've got demons when I need 'em
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Don't ask to see them 'cause they're not supposed to be used against you
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Can we build a safe house?
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Far from the bitter bright
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And when we go home to the brown recluse
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And the cobra locked outside
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To the spider we'll give a web
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To the cobra, a lullaby
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And keeping her demons happy
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You may free for me to fly
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In the shape of home baked bread
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And the girl that turned it down then
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And a wick of twisted thread
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From the loving words you said
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And I think I'm a loon as I form grace
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For you unleash your mood and I'm no longer safe
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I say I hate you when I love you the most
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Love you the most, love you the most
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This shape of my breast and this shape of my kiss
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Demons in coil with a slither and hiss
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I say I hate you when I love you the most
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Love you the most, love you
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And I've got demons when I need 'em
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Don't ask to see them, they're not supposed to be used against us
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Can we build a safe house?
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Far from the bitter bright
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And when we go home to the brown recluse
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And the cobra locked outside
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To the spider we'll give a web
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To the cobra, a lullaby
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And keeping her demons happy
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You may free for me to fly
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In the shape of home baked bread
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And the girl that turned it down then
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And a wick of twisted thread
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From the loving words you said
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In the shape of home baked bread
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And the girl that turned it down then
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And a wick of twisted thread
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From the loving words you said
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'Cause I'm not a bird, I'm a murder of birds
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Murder of Birds
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Jesca Hoop |