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

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Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

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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

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Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

MI CANCIÓN FAVORITA..

POR LEJOS!