| We’re buried beneath with mountains to climb
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| We’re drowning away with water and wine
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| Were you watching the wolves, our very first kiss
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| Wipe the tears from your face, the taste from your lips
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| We’ll sit in communion, our hands in our laps
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| Writing prayers for a God who will never pray back
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| We won’t last for forever, make best with your time
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| We’re the last of our fathers, the first of our kind
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| So no one believes me, it wasn’t so easy to say
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| I offered the world to a heartbroken girl
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| and she left me and stole it away
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| This may sound ruthless, so honest and useless
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| but no one believes what I say
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| Oh I’ll follow the birds,
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| 'cause they’re always there to chase
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| I’ll sit here remembering what I have got left
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| The scars; |
| the words that escape from my chest
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| Let the birds fly for winter to the heat of the south
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| I will die by the summer, I will die by myself
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| In the freshest of airs, the calmest of storms
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| With the blue lights approaching I’ll lay in your arms
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| I will die like religion, I’m weak with my facts
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| But the people will wait, oh the birds will come back
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| So Father believe me, it wasn’t so easy to say
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| I offered the world to a heartbroken girl
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| and she left me and stole it away
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| This may sound ruthless, so honest and useless
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| but no one believes what I say
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| Oh I’ll follow the birds,
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| 'cause they’re always there to chase |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Florence , by - Adam Barnes. Song from the album The Land, The Sea & Everything Lost Beneath, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня