| Well the rain it has been falling
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| Like it wants to drown us all
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| And the trees are gently swaying
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| Like they’re thinkin' ‘bout the fall
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| I still get shivers when I hear
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| You singin' down the hall
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| I’m gonna kiss you all over Ohio
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| And the starlings they were flying
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| Earlier today
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| Doing their maneuvers
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| Clouds of feathers on display
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| Makes me wanna kneel in prayer but
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| I’ve forgotten what to say
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| I’ll just name all the birds in Ohio
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| Now the reason I am writing
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| Is to tell you ‘bout the flood
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| Ahh, the river is so beautiful
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| But it leaves a load of mud
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| All I have now are these dirty songs
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| I guess they’re in my blood
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| They make me wander so far from Ohio
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| (Yeah) It’s a silly undertaking
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| To fly halfway ‘round the earth
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| With an imaginary womb of songs
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| Intent on giving birth
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| I gave all that I had to give
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| I’m not sure what it’s worth
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| Scatter the ashes right here in Ohio
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| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds
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| Bursting from a tree into the blue
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| Love — let it be not just a feeling
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| But the broken beauty
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| Of what we choose to do
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| And the halleujah chorus
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| Used to make my Daddy cry
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| I still wonder ‘bout the ruckus
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| Angels make up there on high
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| In the meanwhile there are measures
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| We can take to get us by
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| Lay me down next to you in Ohio
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| But my expectations stand still
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| Like beggars at the door
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| I’m flat broke from the dues
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| I’ve paid them all before
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| Gonna let the Cuyahoga
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| Wash me up on burning shores
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| Shipwrecked with you in Ohio
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| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds
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| Bursting from a tree into the blue
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| Love — let it be not just a feeling
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| But the broken beauty
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| Of what we choose to do
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| I have seen the slow corruption
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| Of the best ideas of Christ
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| In the pulpits of our nation
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| Gospel turned into white lies
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| If you preach a subtle hatred —
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| The bible as your alibi
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| Goddam you right here in Ohio
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| But my shameless hallucination:
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| He’s still knockin' at my door
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| And I know how this one’s gonna end
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| He’s gotten in before
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| I’ve run as fast as I can run
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| I’ve had to ask, What for?
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| He haunts me all over Ohio
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| All I wanna be is a thousand black birds
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| Bursting from a tree into the blue
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| Love — let it be not just a feeling
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| But the broken beauty
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| Of what we choose to do
|
| Well the rain it has been falling
|
| Like it wants to drown us all
|
| And the trees are gently swaying
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| Like they’re thinkin' ‘bout the fall
|
| I still get shivers when I hear
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| You singin' down the hall
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| I’m gonna kiss you all over Ohio |