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There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree |
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He's black as the highway that's leading me |
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Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny |
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I feel like that black crow flying in a blue sky |
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I took a ferry to the highway then |
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I drove to a pontoon plane |
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I took a plane to a taxi and a taxi to a train |
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I've been traveling so long |
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How am I ever gonna know my home when |
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I see it again? |
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I'm like a black crow flying in a blue, blue sky |
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In search of love and music my whole life has been |
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Illumination, corruption and diving, diving, diving, diving |
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Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing |
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Just like that black crow flying in a blue sky |
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I looked at the morning after being up all night |
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I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light |
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I looked out the window and |
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II saw that ragged soul take flight |
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I saw a back crow flying in a blue sky |
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Oh, I'm like a black crow flying in a blue sky |
