ending
First Verse
3 little words
Seem to mock me
And continue to serve
A need thats greedy and plenty
An urge that no truth
Can quite satisfy
A kind of sweet tooth
Without a piece of the pie that
Quenches my thirst and
Makes me less hurt
Oh I think I can find it at
The bottom of this drink
Me, under the table
Not standing too stable
Because I’m looking for something
You cannot give
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Chorus
Pull me in and push me out
like a river running fast
washing all the pain of past
drown me in the sound
Of I love you
And I’ll never leave
Feed me promises of now
Even though we don’t know how
To keep from us ending
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Second Verse
2 little birds
Sing a melody
We’ve heard before
But its changed in some ways
Now when I listen for them
I expect the worst
A mangled and tangled
Sour-sweet melody
And its not their fault
No, its neither one to blame
Cause for every melody sweet
Every powerful beat is a dying flame
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