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I see crows sitting on a fence |
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Voices disappear behind a bank of clouds |
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It's a dismal forecast |
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Her torn up skirt a backdrop |
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And drop she does |
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The crows, the crows |
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Oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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Oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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Lawnmower Joe |
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Cut himself up on the stones |
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The crows, the crows |
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A little too close for comfort |
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A park boy curious about a homeless halfway house |
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Crying crumpled |
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Oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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She might shape up real nice |
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One of those |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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She's not intimidated |
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A used up rag wasted |
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The crows scratch out my errant thoughts |
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Into some order |
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Line them up on a fence |
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I look around |
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They've flown |
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Oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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Oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows, oh no, the crows |
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The crows, the crows |
