| I got this soul crow on my shoulder
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| The evil eyed leads a curious fight
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| And even angels can get caught in the end
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| With their halos round their ankles
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| Must be something in the water
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| Part time lovin' on the primitive scale
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| Two glass mantras on a hook, on a rail
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| Both trying to come together
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| You see me down on easy street
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| Just trying to find my feet
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| Feels like I’m doing all the same old shit
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| Over a different beat
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| Let us go somewhere
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| Where all the dogs can’t see
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| Alone and alive
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| Yeah, you should taste her majesty
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| My little cherry blossom
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| Just like a crow, it cut my throat
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| My little cherry blossom
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| My little cherry blossom
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| And all the rest seems circumstantial
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| Scattered cross a less predictable stage
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| Scrambled softly, they’re all over your plate
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| I’ll go and eat it all, like a
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| You see me down on easy street
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| Just trying to find my feet
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| Feels like I’m doing the same old shit
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| Over a different beat
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| Let us go somewhere
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| Where all the dogs can’t see
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| Alone and alive
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| Yeah, you should taste her majesty
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| My little cherry blossom
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| Just like a crow, it cut my throat
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| My little cherry blossom
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| My little cherry blossom
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| She’s all right now
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| She’s all right now
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| And when we touch I’ll be your crutch
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| I’ll be your man to lean on babe
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| And when we touch I’ll be your crutch
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| I’ll be your man to lean on babe
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| And you should taste her majesty
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| My little cherry blossom
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| Just like a crow you come and go
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| My little cherry blossom
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| 'll be your man to lean on babe
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| I’ll be your man to lean on babe |