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I ran down the street
With what you said to me,
And the birds were in their trees,
Tearing up their homes,
Built of spit and bones,
You called me on the phone.

From the porch, you say
"I've seen through you, for what it's worth,"
And then you scream
"Even the coldest crows you know come back to their trees."

I slept on the floor,
Never wanting more,
But my ears were ringing sore,
From the songs of all those birds,
When I was sitting on the curb,
And fighting back the urge.

To call you up,
And say "I need you now, I've had enough."
But they say,
"You don't know how many bones you got to break for them to stay straight."

But I think, when they're broken,
We won't fix them,
We just let them fall.
So fix me, and prove me wrong.

I woke up to songs of birds,
And couldn't make out the words,
But you sang the final verse
In my ear so sweet.
And I could fall asleep.

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from To Call This A Home, released July 15, 2011
Billy Panos whistled in this song.

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This Is For My Friends Winston Salem, North Carolina

This Is For My Friends is the lo-fi acoustic songwriting outlet for Alex Muller, a writer and musician living in and across the Carolinas.

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