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Portugal. The Man - Kill Me. The King lyrics
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he's lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He's made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings Of hands and feet Up so high "How do they flutter so damn?" Up so high "How do they flutter so damn?" Now begin the search that hails you home "I think I lost my means." He said with his face in the cup Desperate times make for desperate people Desperate times make for desperate people Up so high "How do they flutter so damn?" Up so high "How do they flutter so damn?" |
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