| Black birds send bullet holes
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| Scattered across the sky
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| I wander
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| These steep hills
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| Into the grey light
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| My fingers collapse around my pen
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| Like soldiers tryin' to hold up the flag
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| I’m callin' out, once again
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| In this letter to you my friend
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| In this letter to you my friend
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| In this letter to you my friend
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| And don’t tell me you been comin' up easy
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| Stop, drop, you’re life is greasy
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| You used to say that you would come around
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| Oh baby, but you’re never here
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| You have been
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| Up above (so high so high so high)
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| And lived, in the dirt
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| You have felt
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| Some love
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| And you
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| Have been hurt
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| Well I’ve gone to shorten my road
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| With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike)
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| And as we walk along the cove
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| You will know that this is right
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| You may think I’m crazy
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| You may think I’m foolish
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| But I’m coming through the lightening
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| Comin' back to you
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| Don’t tell me you been comin' up easy
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| Stop, drop, you’re life is greasy
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| You used to say that you would come around
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| But you’re never here
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| You have been
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| Up above (so high so high so high)
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| And lived, in the dirt
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| You have felt
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| Some love
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| And you
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| Have been hurt
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| Oh my my my my my my my
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| I’m feelin' fine
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| Oh my my my my my my my
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| I’m comin' through
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| Oh my my my my my my my
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| Oh my my my oh my
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| You have been
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| Up above so high so high so high
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| And lived, in the dirt
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| You have felt
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| Some love
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| And you
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| Have been hurt
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| Oh you have been, you have been
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| Up above, up above
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| And you’ve lived, and you’ve lived, in the dirt, in the dirt
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| Oh you have felt you have felt
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| Some love, oh some love
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| And you, you have
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| Been hurt
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| You have been up above |