| it was sunday mornin and I found myself alone
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| walkin through the desert with a crow
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| I took me a shovel and I dug myself a hole
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| walkin through the desert with a crow
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| at times I thought that I would die
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| but I left those days somewhere behind
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| there’s only so much a man can take
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| before he knows
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| he knows he’s gonna break
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| cuz a man’s gotta take what he can take
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| when he’s got one foot down in the grave
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| you never know where the road is gonna end
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| sometimes I think this bird
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| this bird’s my only friend
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| chorus:
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| walkin through the desert with a crow
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| I murdered my past life and I covered up its bones
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| walkin through the desert with a crow
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| I gathered my possessions and I took out on the road
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| walkin through the desert with a crow
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| there’s been nights I drank myself to sleep
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| I lay my head on nails with bottles at my feet
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| when I awoke I thought I was free
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| but there he’d be
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| that bird that follows me
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| a man ain’t meant to be alone
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| with demons scratching at his soul
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| if I had wings I’d probably fly
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| if I had tears I know
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| I’d probably cry |