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Nov 2013
Little bird, I can't imagine we're going to be OK
God ******, alright, OK, I ****** up.
It's so hot in here but if I open that window
she'll just fly away.
Little bird, don't go.
I can only make you suffer
but love is nothing more
and love is all I have
and what could maim us any better?
Little bird, I'm sorry
Written by
Casey James
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