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Birds of a Feather

Where she walks, no flowers bloom

He's the wall I see right through

She's the absinthe on my lips

The splinter in my fingertips

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 end

Where I leave off and he begins

But who could do without you?

And who could do without you?

Oh, aren't we 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

Like butterflies around a flame

Till ashes, ashes, we fade away

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Lyrics submitted by Brigita Smith.

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