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It must be strange to just fall from the stage |
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And snap a bone that is so close to the brain |
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And be attended to by so many down below |
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I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above |
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And you start singing just like light through a black floor |
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You start sliding like burned skin to a side door |
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Refrain: |
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But crow, when you throw yourself under |
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Singin's hard when you can't loose control |
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They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin' |
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And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul |
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It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore |
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And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves |
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And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom |
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And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes |
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And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple |
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You'd start screaming just like sister aimee semple |
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But crow, when you throw yourself under |
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The streets are hard when you cannot lose control |
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They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin' |
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And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul |
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Crow |
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It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies |
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Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee |
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And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter |
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You covered me with blankets in the chelsea hotel lobby |
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And i'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly |
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They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby |
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Repeat refrain |
