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Birds of a Feather
by The Civil Wars
from the album: Barton Hollow
Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He’s the one I see right through
She’s the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertip
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
He’s the one I see right through
She’s the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertip
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
She’s the sea I’m sinkin’ in
He’s the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can’t tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
Oh, we’re a pretty, pretty pair
Yes, we are
All, all the king’s horses
And all of his men
Couldn’t tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away
He’s the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can’t tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
Oh, we’re a pretty, pretty pair
Yes, we are
All, all the king’s horses
And all of his men
Couldn’t tear us apart
Dancing with a ball and chain
Through it all we still remain
Butterflies around the flame
Till ashes, ashes, we fade away
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