| They spend too many moons
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| Away from their true homes
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| Put away in corners their supposed to call their own
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| But the crow still sings, at the break of day
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| No matter what the sun brings
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| They’ll still sing their songs and say
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| Hope it finds us crawling in the dust
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| Pleading mercy as you plunge right into trust
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| See you tremble up to stand
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| Centuries brought us here so we can mend
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| Please let us meet there in between
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| Draw down the fruits to change the dream
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| Yes I will sit you by the tree
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| Where all the soils mix with seed
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| How we came here, did we in the start
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| Cut it into pieces that slowly broke apart
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| When I fall to cross all boundaries
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| All the while we scramble for our keys, to
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| Hope it finds us crawling in the dust
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| Pleading mercy as you plunge right into trust
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| See you tremble up to stand
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| Centuries brought us here so we can mend
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| Hope it finds us crawling in the dust
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| Pleading mercy as you plunge right into trust
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| See you tremble up to stand
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| Centuries brought us here so we can mend |