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Black bird leaps for the sky |
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(as the wind is raging) |
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Thrusted his wings to fly |
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(Forward he can go) |
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Gives in to demands |
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(changes his direction) |
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He just can't understand |
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(Why he's swept away) |
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We strive for the sun |
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Jokin' the week away |
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About the scorchin' dye |
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What more am I |
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All the worms writhing in the clay |
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(Crawling in the dampness) |
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Crawling out to bathe |
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(crawling to the ground) |
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stare at the empty page |
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(as the earth is opened) |
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Meaning has slipped away |
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(Might as well be them) |
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We strive for the sun |
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Jokin' the week away |
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About the scorchin' dye |
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What more am I |