| A favour for a favour
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| A trust and friendship starts to grow
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| A love that never wavers
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| Forms a closeness all alone
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| She kept her prised possessions
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| Simple gifts that they bestow
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| Like jewels they do bedazzle
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| And shows the kindness of the crows
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| The girl who finds gifts from crows
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| They just make better friends I suppose
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| So lucky to be the one that they chose
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| Those gifts to her are worth more than gold
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| Black crow fly
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| Spread seeds that you can start to sow
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| Black crow cry
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| Inside the darkness love will grow
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| They sense when she’s in danger
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| And saw the hate within her peers
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| Who deem her to be a stranger
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| And her look fills them with fear
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| Their chance to find redemption
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| Right or wrongs of which isn’t unclear
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| Her dark side found addiction
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| And lost her friends that she loved so dear
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| Black crow fly
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| Their friendship starts to grow
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| Black crow cry
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| Their friendship starts to grow
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| The girl who finds gifts from crows
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| They just make better friends I suppose
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| So lucky to be the one that they chose
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| Those gifts to her are worth more than…
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| More than, more than gold
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| More than, more than, more than gold
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| More than, more than, more than gold
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| More than, more than, more than gold |