| On a lark, I took a drive down a dark road
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| Toward the sign that said 'The West'
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| When I seen it, that glimmering green mark was all I needed
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| To feel you in the passenger seat
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| Humming I’m older
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| I feel your withered hand on my knee
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| Though I’m traveling alone
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| When we we were kids we’d pile in
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| And take the the same road toward the island in the West
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| We would run and skipping stones
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| Sinking lower than the evening sun
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| You were old man then
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| Getting older every day
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| And I can feel it then, those were diamond days
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| And I think I know where
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| Where you go when you die
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| You are the magpie
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| One sorrow, two for joy
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| Though I never pay no mind to the wire
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| All the birds that perched upon it
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| But now a bee’s in my bonnet
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| I remember the country roads
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| Causeways and the dunes and
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| The magpie’s lonely wail sounded like you
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| Now that I think that I know
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| Where we going when you die
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| You are the magpie
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| All the way from Clare, the Atlantic in our hair
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| A murder of crows flew over us
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| Early morning drive singing to pass the time
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| When you can shut the door and you can feel us
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| Coming around the bend, coming home again
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| Even the sky come down like this
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| When you go we will bury you along the same road
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| As the sun sets in the west
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| You on our shoulders we will lower you into the ground like a boulder
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| When a magpie lands on me humming a lonely
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| I feel your breath on my cheek though I’m alone |