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Black Crows on the blue sky |
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Always making a mess |
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And I wake in the morning tangled up in their nest |
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They're laughing from phone lines |
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Stealing dreams from my head |
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It's time to get up now |
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And I've been long left for dead |
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Some days are better than most |
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When nobody comes and nobody goes |
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There's songbirds up in a row |
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I'll put in my dime and sing to your ghost |
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They're singing the same songs |
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And wearing the same old clothes |
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Driving the same drive |
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But always driving too slow |
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And you bring me back here |
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But it's not where I should go |
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I'm killing time every morning |
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Cursing at the same black crows |
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Cause some days are better than most |
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When nobody comes and nobody goes |
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There's songbirds up in a row |
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I'll put in my dime and sing to your ghost |
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You turned bad I know |
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It was your mama that told me so |
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But I still love to see you come |
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And I hate to see you go |
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Some days are better than most |
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When nobody comes and nobody goes |
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There's songbirds up in a row |
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I'll put in my dime and I'll sing to your ghost |
