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Nobody knew what the raven would do |
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If he found it was rain in your hands |
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Like a dog set on wheels you will lope down the street |
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From the sound of the scratch in his claws |
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As the buildings who hide you knew nothing bout time |
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But an arrow just brushin' your chin |
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You said, "Damn be this wind is still movin' on inTo the bones and the bed of my soul." |
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You said, "Damn be this wind it's still movin' on inTo the bones and the bed of my soul." |
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Like a fox on the run from the well-informed son |
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With the bearin's for cannonball love |
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Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed' |
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Till you stood on the black cross in |
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JuneJust like nobody said where that eagle was fed' |
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Till you stood on the black cross in |
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JuneAnd nobody said that the raven was dead, |
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So you hid all your tears in the grass. |
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Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you |
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And they'll send in their clowns when you're lost. |
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Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you |
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And they'll send in the clowns when you're lost. |
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You said, "Damn be this wind it's still movin' on inTo the bones and the bed of my soul." |
