| Four and twenty blackbirds sitting on a fence
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| Four and twenty years and I been trying to make some sense
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| But it don’t look too good mama
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| Don’t look too good for me
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| I was wading in the water but I only got washed out to sea
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| Four and twenty blackbirds flying through the sky
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| Four and twenty years and still I’m barely getting by
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| But it don’t look too good mama
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| Don’t look too good for me
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| I was toiling in the fields
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| But the whirlwind is all I did see
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| Four and twenty blackbirds crowing up above
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| Four and twenty years and I been in and out of love
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| But it don’t look too good mama
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| Don’t look too good for me
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| Well my cup runneth over
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| But it never seems to satisfy me
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| It’s four and twenty thunder
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| Four and twenty rain
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| I just walking on the rails
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| I just keep grinning at the train
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| But it don’t look too good mama
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| Don’t look too good for me
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| Oh my cup runneth over
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| But it never seems to satisfy me
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| Four and twenty blackbirds crowing on a wire
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| Four and twenty years that I been caught up in desire
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| But it don’t look too good mama
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| Don’t look too good for me
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| I got one taste of the apple
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| And I wanted the whole damned tree |