Portugal.The Man - Kill Me The King текст песни

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He's made of feathers mixed with oil and small servings
Of hands and feet

Up so high
"How do they flutter so damn high?"

Now begin the search that hails you home
"I think I lost my means."
He said with his face in the cup
Desperate times make for desperate people

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