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Iron Wine Freedom Hangs Like Heaven

like lips around a whimper your fingers over my face blind eyed Samson driven to the temple and night birds digging until dawn freedom hangs like heaven

like lips around a whimper Your fingers over my face Blind-eyed Samson driven to the temple And night birds digging until dawn Freedom hangs like heaven

like lips around a whimper Your fingers over my face Blind-eyed Samson driven to the temple And night birds digging until dawn Freedom hangs like heaven

tight like lips around a whimper Your fingers over my face Blind-eyed Samson driven to the temple And night birds digging until dawn Freedom hangs like heaven