The Civil Wars "Birds Of A Feather" lyrics

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Birds Of A Feather

Where she walks, no flowers bloomHe's the one I see right throughShe's the absinthe on my lipsThe splinter in my fingertips

But who could do without you?And who could do without you?

She the sea I'm sinkin' inHe's the ink under my skinSometimes I can't tell where I amWhere 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 areAll, all the king's horsesAnd all of his menCouldn't tear us apart

Dancing with a ball and chainThrough it all we still remainLike butterflies around a flameTill ashes, ashes, we fade away

Here one can find the lyrics of the song Birds Of A Feather by The Civil Wars. Or Birds Of A Feather poem lyrics. The Civil Wars Birds Of A Feather text.