Feathers fallen
On broken glass
Sweep the highway
Yellow lights flash
And rest your head
above my shoulder
I always wanted to feel like
I might grow older
In a field, there's a wound
and the scratches swell
I don't worry, couldn't worry
Because I always fell
So bright eyed
and weary
There's a dark in the night
Under stairwells, through queries
We'll be alright.
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