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