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Iron Wine On Your Wings

guns growing out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you made how we wither in the shade of your trees, on your wings

out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you've made How we wither in the shade Of your trees, on your wings

out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you've made How we wither in the shade Of your trees, on your wings

growing out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you've made How we wither in the shade Of your trees, on your wings

growing out of our bones God, every road takes us farther from home All these men that you've made How we wither in the shade Of your trees, on your wings

Will speak to me A bird's wing on the window Sometimes I'll hear her when she's sleeping Her fever dream A language on her face I want your flowers

me your mouth my dear Let me hold communion with your flesh Look into my eyes and fear Follow in the footsteps of the Blest Come the dawn on judgement

how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs and red

: how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs