| My heart is a poor bird, weary and worn
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| With no place to perch in this orchard of thorns
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| And steel blades and jagged, it’s cold now and torn
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| It’s hungry, lord, and ragged, it’s weary and worn
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| Oooh codeine arms
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| Wrap around me safe and warm
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| Under the light of your sweet charms
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| Save me, save me, codeine arms
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| It’s a bad night to be outside, it’s a tough way to go
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| Got losing cards in your hand, nothing there to show
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| Don’t the angels hear you coming and don’t they fly away
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| It will be just me come Judgment Day
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| Oooh codeine arms
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| Wrap around me safe and warm
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| Under the light of your sweet charms
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| Save me, save me, codeine arms
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| A belly full of codeine will bring the high spirits down
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| And the spirits in my glass will wash the codeine down
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| And when the shotguns ring I won’t feel a thing
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| I won’t feel a thing, I won’t feel a thing
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| Oooh codeine arms
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| Wrap around me safe and warm
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| Under the light of your sweet charms
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| Save me, save me, codeine arms
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| Save me, save me, codeine arms |