| You’re a strange bird
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| You black crow
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| And you’re darker than the darkest hour before the cock crows
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| You’re a strange bird
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| Wanna take a long fly
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| Over Highway 101 down to Crescent City tide
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| Where you’ll sit on the white beach
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| while the waves wash up your supper
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| Sit on the white beach wondering where are the others
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| The other road the
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| One less taken
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| You tried it out you stuck around just trying to fake it
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| There were good days, ‘til you broke them
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| There were right words but they always were the ones unspoken
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| So you sit beneath a tree and wait for manna from the sky
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| Sit beneath a tree humming «Am I born to die?»
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| Dirt under your fingernails
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| Wipe the mud from the windowsill
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| In this world of sweat and tears
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| Make a life worth living
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| It’s a free fall
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| It’s a high dive
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| No one really knows what the ocean hides
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| But you and I, bird
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| We’re gonna find out
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| And I’ll be next to you when the lights go out
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| And we might see some kind of beauty in the water
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| Flashes all around of a life that you forgot
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| Dirt under your fingernails
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| Wipe the mud from the windowsill
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| In this world of sweat and tears
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| Make a life worth living
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| Make a life worth living (life worth living, make a life worth living)
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| Make a life worth living
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| You’re a strange bird
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| You black crow |