| I’m your long lost brother and I’m coming home
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| I’m a slave to my worries and scuff to my faults
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| And I’ll sink in a bottle of the strongest waters
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir
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| Till I’m an old slow soul in a hurried world
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| And I’m quick on the trigger with some breakneck bets
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| I shoulda known these arms weren’t fit for nests
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| But in my haste
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| I’ve abandoned my way
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| Don’t you pay me no mind
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| Oh, the stillest words bring on the storm
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| I’m your long lost lover and I’m coming home
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| I’m a slave to the night, hands tied to the ale house
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| And I’ll burn both ends till the hunger wears out
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| Oh, whoa
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| Oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir
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| Till I’m an ancient soul in a cascade world
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| And I’m quick with the bullet when it comes undone
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| I got a head like a turret with a mouth for a gun
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| And in my haste
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| I’ve abandoned my way
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| Don’t you pay me no mind
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the strongest
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the, oh
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the strongest waters
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the strongest
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the, oh
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| I’ll sink in a bottle of the strongest waters
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| Yeah, oh, in my haste
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| I’ve abandoned my way
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| Don’t you pay
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| Won’t you stay?
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| Now won’t you stay?
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| Now won’t you stay? |
| Yeah |