| Well, I’ll take a blackbird
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| Up to the sky
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| Over the moon
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| Long after midnight
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| To break me out
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| And drag me down
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| And take all my pieces
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| Over this town
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| Well, I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you all away
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| Oh blackbird, oh blackbird
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| Oh, sing me a song
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| You make me go skyward
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| It won’t be long
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| To break me off
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| And drag me down
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| And take all my pieces
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| Over this town
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| Well, I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you all away
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| Nobody knows where we go when we die
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| But I can hear the answer on the wind
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| What a broken man you became
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| From the innocent child to where you begin
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| Nobody knows where we go when we die
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| But I can hear the answer on the wind
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| What a broken man you became
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| From the innocent child to where you begin
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| Well I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you
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| Ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| There ain’t no grave
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| Well I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you all a
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| I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you all a
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| I’ll become the river and I’ll wash you all away |