The Flatliners - Birds of england

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^C Singing sylla^Ambles inside my h^Cead all the awful wo^Amrds that you dese^Crve to hear

but n^Amever will again

^GBirds of England take me h^Cigh Atop this burning tree lin^Ge

Sending signals up with sm^Coke I'm never coming h^Aome ^{C G}

^Am Never com^Eming home ^C

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^GBirds of England take me h^Cigh Atop this burning tree li^Gne

Sending signals up with sm^Coke I'm never coming h^Amome ^{C G}

^Am Never coming ^Emhome ^G C Em C Em G

^C Singing syllab^Emles inside my hea^Cd all the awful wor^Emds that you des^Cerve to hear but never will again

^GBirds of England take me hi^Cgh Atop this burning tree li^Gne

Sending signals up with sm^Coke I'm never coming ho^Amme ^{C G}

^Am Never co^Emming home ^G Dm7 Dm7 C Dm7 Dm7 C G