her name is calla - i was on the back of a nightingale lyrics
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i was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king;
listening to the songs that you’d sing
home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes;
we were blind from birth, until that night
love grows old and we die younger each time
heaven loves a martyr
and how am i supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?
i wish i had grown up a little longer
and if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now;
love grows old
and i lived like a king
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