Young Lincoln - Albatrosses | Текст песни

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Albatrosses feel nice
when they're thrown, but
sometimes we try
desperately to keep our own.
I called six times
to hear you cry my name
one last time, goodbye
miss shaved hair, miss bright eyes,
miss soft skin in armor
I love you like shackled hands
love dark rooms, I need you
in my bones and I'm not proud.

Fill your lungs with my air
and breathe out my confidence.
Close your eyes and he's there.

Albatrosses leave us all alone
with bracelets on thin wrists
I gave you mine and called it home
You hung my shadow
to cover your dirty walls
I feel you in my bones.

Fill your lungs with my air
and breathe out my confidence
Close your eyes and he's there

These flowers are growing from sidewalks
and your smile's cracking...

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