Sweet Bird

Young Hunting

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(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell you you miss me (tell me)
Oh tell me you're sorry
(Don't say) Oh don't say another word
No don't say anything
(Meanwhile) My world is deflating
And you just keep on running
Straight through the desert
Yeah, straight into midnight
Where I cannot find you
I can't recognize you
Oh sweet bird of my youth
Where have you flown to?

Now let's make one thing clear as crystal
The blood is on your hands
The blood is on your hands
And the blood will stain your hands
And everything you touch
And everything you love
Oh sweet bird of my youth
Where have you flown to?
Now I cannot find you
No I can't recognize you
Sweet bird, sweet bird

Now I don't want, I don't want you to leave
But I don't know what else to do
No I don't know what else to do

Come on let it out shine