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I got this soul crow on my shoulder |
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The evil eyed leads a curious fight |
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And even angels can get caught in the end |
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With their halos round their throat |
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Must be something in the water |
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Part time lovin' on the primitive still |
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Two glass mantras on a hook, on a rail |
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Both trying to come together |
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You see me down on easy street, |
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Just trying to find my feet |
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Seems like I'm doing the same old shit |
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Over a different beat |
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Let hearts blow somewhere, |
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Where all the dark can't see |
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Alone and alive |
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Yeah, you should taste her majesty |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
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Just like a crow, it cut my throat |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
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And all the rest seems circumstantial |
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Scattered cross a less predictable stage |
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Scrambled softly, they're all over your plate |
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I'll go and eat it all, like a |
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You see me down on easy street, |
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Just trying to find my feet |
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Seems like I'm doing the same old shit |
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Over a different beat |
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Let hearts blow somewhere, |
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Where all the dark can't see |
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Alone and alive |
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Yeah, you should taste her majesty |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
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Just like a crow, it cut my throat |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
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My lil' cherry blossom |
