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the birds are all alive at five amdo these birds ever take a fuckin’ breakcome home to dumpstered beer and ice creami guess i’m passin’ up all the loves of my life this morningi want to let you go and say i’m liberatedand i want to hold you as close as i canand i’m having trouble figurin’ which one i wantand which one won’t just break me againi got your letter on the bee’s wax paperi couldn’t fell a mother fuckin’ thingexcept maybe it could have been much longerand i wonder how long your letter was to himyou always knew how to kiss meso that my knees would shakeand you always knew how to touch methat is when you weren’t half awakeand i want to smash this into little piecesand watch them sparkle on the floorcuz sometimes it seems better to breakjust so we can see what we’re in this for From Letras Mania