| Through the charred black winter trees
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| I hear their voices sing to me
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| Fearsome black birds crying high
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| But they’ll be no warning when I die
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| Some lonesome sparrow said don’t you know
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| That you’re gone forever when you go
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| Oh, and I hear 'em calling
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| From my window every morning
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| Your life dear boy means nothing
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| Say the birds, the birds, the birds
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| Then by the willow I did see
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| A swarm of buzzing honey bees
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| Good morning honey bees I cried
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| But to me they offered no reply
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| And that fearsome black bird answered instead
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| Boy there’s now a price put on your head
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| Oh, and I hear 'em calling
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| From my window every morning
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| Your life dear boy means nothing
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| Say the birds, the birds, the birds
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| No use hiding in the water
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| No use hiding in the square
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| Know those eyes are looking for you everywhere
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| Well you’ll be glad my love to hear
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| One morning they did all disappear
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| Tired of all the summer rain
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| They make their nest inside my brain
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| But don’t worry darling, pay it no mind
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| True friends like these are hard to find
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| Now I no longer hear 'em calling
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| From my window every morning
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| And my life at last means something
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| Say the birds, the birds, the birds |