Ben Howard – Rookery (Guitar)

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Birch tree lost its branch one day in violent winter

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I said it was grieving, you said it don't feel nothing

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I bet you think everything's in its rightful place

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That sentiment is man's disgrace

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Well, the rooks in the trees, they don't half bother me

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Clawing at my mind with every given opportunity

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It's spring outside, a perilous sky and that terrible clattering sound

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"Go ahead, you should go shoot them down"

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That's what you said, "you should go shoot them down"

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So hey, that's me

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Shooting at a hundred-year-old rookery

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Oh, look at me

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The definition of futility

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That's what they'll say anyway

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Won't they, babe?

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So I'll go back to working through the gentle hours of the evening

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Where the weather and the wine and the company treat me easily

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Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye

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Unknowing am I of the wind

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Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye

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Unknowing am I of the wind