| Hey, I can’t get my head straight,
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| Of words we’re twenty blocks too late.
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| Now the devil is in my face;
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| She seems to be looking down.
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| And hey, have you heard about Mr. Crow?
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| Well, I think so but I don’t know.
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| Well, you can’t let your panic show.
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| My bones is beginning to shake,
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| Reach out your hollow flame,
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| Oh, you’re hangin’so weird and strange,
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| Oh, your darkest days, they’re just beginning now
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| And hey, got to move all across this thing, as the
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| moon has made everything mean.
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| Now it tears apart my brain,
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| Repeat chorus.
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| Come and leave somehow, lights to the world the sun
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| is rising from the moon and the earth to the stars.
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| Simple wings are simply pulled apart.
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| Repeat chorus. |