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Iron And Wine 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

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

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

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

War I wear your bones/and count the time on every Rib/Copper and wine Soakes in the matinee We can ride this Pale horse drowning Counting rose petals and crow wings

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