I am a kid who moved from Texas
Born by a kid, of the Midwest
The son of a man who came from somewhere
You can live here if you can live here
I miss my friends, my family
All at home, where I'd rather be
I've walked through, most of this city
And it's half dog shit, I'm sure of it

Slugs in the sun, and the birds fly low
Moths to a flame, let 'em burn their wings
Slugs in the sun, and the birds fly low
Moths to a flame, let 'em burn their wings

I know as much as I need to
Close your eyes and pretend to
With all your sincerest of hopes
That your made to fly
And return too

In flight don't be taken
By surprise
Pulled right out of a blue sky
And choked
'Till they die

Slugs in the sun
And the birds fly low
Moths to a flame
Let 'em burn their wings


Lyrics submitted by Erumaren

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