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Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet |
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There's crows flying beside my window |
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We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago |
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They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles |
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We listen, we shake, the radio |
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There's a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass |
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Remember we stopped for tamales last time? |
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But now the lights from the town are fading with radio |
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There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside |
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We listen, Pilgrims |
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We shake, to the radio |
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We listen, to the radio |
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Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet |
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And the crows they're just drifters through my window |
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The late night city's lights are growing sharper |
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And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes |
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We listen, |
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We shake, to the radio |
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Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio |
