Текст песни Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine
I
was
a
quick,
wet
boy,
diving
too
deep
for
coins
All
of
your
street
light
eyes
wide
on
my
plastic
toys
Then
when
the
cops
closed
the
fair
I
cut
my
long
baby
hair
Stole
me
a
dog-eared
map
and
called
for
you
everywhere
Have
I
found
you
Flightless
bird
Jealous
Weeping
Or
lost
you
American
mouth
Big
pill
looming
Now
I'm
a
fat
house
cat
Nursing
my
sore
blunt
tongue
Watching
the
warm
poison
rats
Curl
through
the
wide
fence
cracks
Pissing
on
magazine
photos
Those
fishing
lures
thrown
in
the
cold
And
clean
blood
of
Christ
mountain
stream
Have
I
found
you
Flightless
bird
Grounded
Bleeding
Or
lost
you
American
mouth
Big
pill
stuck
Going
down
American
mouth
American
mouth
American
mouth
American
mouth
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