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Kind Of Like Spitting Birds Of A Feather

By the nape of my neck you can hand me down, to forge a little more in the quiet that we found. So just to say anything, you say that you love me. Only

By the nape of my neck you can hand me down, to forge a little more in the quiet that we found. So just to say anything, you say that you love me. Only

point like a flyin dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin art A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark But a vulture