Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes
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Scattered across the sky
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I wonder
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These steep hills
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Unto the great light
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My fingers collapse around my pen
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Like soldier tryin' to hold up the flag
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I'm callin' out, once again
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In this letter to you my friend
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In this letter to you my friend
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In this letter to you my friend
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And don't tell me you been comin' up easy
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Stop, drop, you're life is greasy
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You used to say that you would come around
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But you're never here
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You have been
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Up above so high so high so high
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And lived, in the dirt
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You have felt
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Some love
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And you
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Have been hurt
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Well I've gone to shorten my road
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With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike)
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And as we walk along the cove
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And know that this is right
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You may think I'm crazy
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You may think I'm foolish
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But I'm coming through the lightning
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Comin' back to you
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Don't tell me you been comin' up easy
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Stop, drop, you're life is greasy
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You used to say that you would come around
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But you're never here
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You have been
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Up above so high so high so high
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And lived, in the dirt
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You have felt
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Some love
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And you
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Have been hurt
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Oh my my my my my my my
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I'm feelin' fine
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Oh my my my my my my my
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I'm comin' through
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Oh my my my my my my my
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Oh my my my oh my
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You have been
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Up above so high so high so high
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And lived, in the dirt
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You have felt
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Some love
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And you
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Have been hurt
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Oh you have been you have been
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Up above up above
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And you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirt
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Oh you have felt you have felt
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Some love some love
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And you were you were
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Been hurt
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You have been up above
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Bullet Hole
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| Dispatch |
