Iron & Wine's Flightless Bird, American Mouth

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I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for

coins

All of your street light eyes wide on my

plastic toys

Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my

long baby hair

Stole me a dog-eared map and called for

you everywhere

Have I found you

Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you,

american mouth

Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat

Nursing my sore blunt tongue

Watching the warm poison rats curl through

the wide fence cracks

Pissing on magazine photos

Those fishing lures thrown in the cold

And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you

Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost

you, american mouth

Big pill stuck going down

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