| Nobody knew what the raven would do
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| If he found it was rain in your hands
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| Like a dog set on wheels you will lope down the street
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| From the sound of the scratch in his claws
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| As the buildings who hide you knew nothing bout time
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| But an arrow just brushin' your chin
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| You said, «Damn be this wind is still movin' on in
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| To the bones and the bed of my soul.»
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| You said, «Damn be this wind it’s still movin' on in
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| To the bones and the bed of my soul.»
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| Like a fox on the run from the well-informed son
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| With the bearin’s for cannonball love
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| Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
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| 'Till you stood on the black cross in June
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| Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
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| 'Till you stood on the black cross in June
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| And nobody said that the raven was dead,
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| So you hid all your tears in the grass.
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| Sure, it could look like dew, but they’re laughin' at you
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| And they’ll send in their clowns when you’re lost.
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| Sure, it could look like dew, but they’re laughin' at you
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| And they’ll send in the clowns when you’re lost.
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| You said, «Damn be this wind it’s still movin' on in
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| To the bones and the bed of my soul.» |