The Civil Wars - Birds of a feather

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^DWhere she walks no fl^Fowers bloom ^GHe's the one I s^Dee right through ^DShe's the absinthe ^Fon my lips ^GThe splinter in my ^Dfingertip

^FBut who could ^Cdo with^Gout y^Dou ^FAnd who could ^Cdo with^Gout ^Ayou ^D

^DShe's the sea I'm s^Finkin' in ^GHe's the ink und^Der my skin ^DSometimes I can't tel^Fl where I am ^GWhere I leave off and ^Dhe begins

^DOh ar^Cen t we a prett^Fy pretty pa^Fir Y^Aes we are ^DAll all the king's h^Corses And all of his me^Fn Couldn't ^Ftear ^Gus ^Fapar^Ct ^FOoo^Goh a^Faaaah^C ooo^Goooh ^A

^DDancing with a ^Fball and chain ^{G D D}Through it all we s^Ftill remain ^{G D D}Butterflies ar^Found a flame ^{G D} Till ^Fashes a^Gshes we fa^Fde a ^Away^D