| I met a blackbird flying south tonight, I looked into her eyes tonight
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| I saw her wings were getting tired, still looking for the light
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| There is evil on the way, it will come with break of day
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| I heard her say before she turned and flew away
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| But for a moment there alone I could find my way back home
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| How it hurts still there when she comes to show
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| She’s always near down the black brick road
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| I watched her heading for the southern skies when she lost her wings and died
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| But then I saw her flying higher when I looked into her eyes
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| There is evil on the way, I heard the blackbird say
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| It will reach us by the coming of the day
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| But for a moment there alone I was heading back for home
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| How it hurts still there when she comes to show
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| She’s always near down the black brick road |