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Well I decided early on if there's swallows in my barn if there's swallows in my house I wouldn't flush them out Well one swallow in my hand is worth two swallows in my hand and all the swallows in my heart across the corn and cotton beds I don't know where the're coming from or where they go when evening slow If every bird malathion hold out hitchcock's word the force of nature as perverse And now I wouldn't give a damn if every swallow in this land and every bird in the world aroud would die and hit the ground From Letras Mania