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Oh, my drunken southern star How you tried to hide in darkness Slipped from orbit, now you're dangerously close, oh-oh, oh Come out, come out from all your hiding out We'll dig in our heels, salute the battlefields Where our broken hearts were born, oh-oh, oh And the storm clouds are thirsty, I can see 'em bursting Watch 'em gathering light And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out Were we broken open, baby, maybe just a crack? Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh-oh, oh My broken, open child Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes? Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh
Writer(s): Gregory Alan Isakov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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