Black birds and bullet holes, scattered across the sky.
I wander these steep hills into the grey light.
My fingers collapse around my pen like a soldier trying to hold up the flag.
I'm calling out once again in this letter to you my friend.
In this letter to you my friend.
In this letter to you my friend!
Don't tell me you've been coming up easy, stop, drop, your life is greasy.
You used to say that you would come around.
But you're never here.
C' G' Am'
(play this riff over singing)
Oh my my my my my my my. I'm feelin' fine.
Oh my my my my my my my, Oh my my my my my, yes
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