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Our Swords - Band of Horses
Out on the wall sounds of banging
is constant coming from your head

And desperate the calls came
and ringing from those wanna wring your neck

Wring your neck

Open your mouth sounds of
breathing found it spilling from your face

Best to be dim to the humble
of traffic stepping on your name

Count on us all follow our own swords tonight

And chilling walk home down the portions roads
there leading straight to your place

And look like the tin can with swallows
the kitchen plugging up your space

Count on us all stepping on our own toes tonight

Count on us all stepping on our own toes
Count on us all falling on our own swords tonight