| Lovers accustomed to tragedy
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| See every kiss in the window across the street
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| Breezes and blessings passing by, ah ooh-oh
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| I’m in the shade of the dogwood tree
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| Not the one where you told your name to me Two hungry blackbirds land near by, ah ooh-oh
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| If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
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| Would you be happy under me?
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| If I could be under you if the earth was burning
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| Could you be trusted over me?
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| Spoke to a mother whose baby drowned
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| Gave me advice, or a rumor she once heard:
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| «Heaven's a distance, not a place,» ah ooh-oh
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| Gave her an ear from the corn we grew
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| You were away but she gave her thanks to you
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| That was a year ago come May, ah ooh-oh
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| If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
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| Would you be smothered under me?
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| If I could be under you if the earth was burning
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| Would you be cryin' over me?
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| I could hear kids in the yard next door
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| Cats in the brush when the calendar fell down
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| Wait by the shade-tree one more year, ah ooh-oh
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| Poetry tempered with tragedy
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| Tempted and pulled when you cry upon my sleeve
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| Two flocks of blackbirds meet the air |