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Four crows nailed to a wooden post |
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Bleed upon a barren field |
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An old way that |
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I don't understand |
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It kinda touched me for a day |
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Four crows nailed to a wooden post |
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Bleed upon a barren field |
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An old way that |
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I don't understand |
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You know, it kinda touched me for a day |
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There are no bright skies |
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Where the eagle flies |
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Suddenly, inside me, inside me |
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I don't need |
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I am alive |
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I am alive |
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Hey, hey So psychedelic, driving over the sun |
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Past the still sky trees and fields |
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To the place the great relics have kissed you know |
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It kinda touched me for a day |
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There are no bright skies |
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Where the eagle flies |
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Suddenly, inside me, inside me |
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I don't need |
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I am alive |
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I am alive |
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Hey, hey.. |