A Night At the Drugstore Songtext - National Skyline

A Night At the Drugstore - National Skyline

This one is a bright old man
This won't even hold my hand
One now made of lies
And this one isn't far behind

Why do birds fly?
When will I die?

This one came into the light
This one isn't cold tonight
Lift me up on bible stairs
And I won't even shut your eyes

Why do birds fly?
When will I die?
I guess I'm fine
This one is mine

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