| Pale skies, last snow of spring
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| John the butcher, picked poor Robin clean
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| Black smoke, tied to nine knots
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| The wheel of stars that won’t ever stop
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| Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
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| The plough is crooked, the lead won’t hold
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| So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire
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| Sing me the sorrows of a blue eyed liar
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| Grey prayers, what never can be
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| Solemn words repeated to me
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| Thread bare, down to my soul
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| And when it breaks, nobody will know
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| Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
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| Plough is crooked, lead won’t hold
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| So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire
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| Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar
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| Rain on the old weather vein
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| The field where the bay ponies play
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| When «love"is just too hard to say
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| Silence is pain
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| A raven dies, all will then know
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| Lone black feather, rests on white snow
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| Hole in heaven, rain on the stove
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| Plough is crooked, the lead won’t hold
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| So sing to me blackbird from out on your wire
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| Sing me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sorrows of a Blue Eyed Liar , by - Chris Robinson Brotherhood. Song from the album The Magic Door, in the genre Иностранный рок