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 IRON & WINE - FLIGHTLESS BIRD, AMERICAN MOUTH
 
 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
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