I'm sure it wouldn't have to touch
your hand on your paintbrush
your hand wiping off your mother's dust...
...and I screamed out those words
I love you , to the birds, to the birds
and I know they can't hear
and I know they don't even care ...
your hand on your paintbrush
your hand wiping off your mother's dust...
...and I screamed out those words
I love you , to the birds, to the birds
and I know they can't hear
and I know they don't even care ...
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