| Oh, don’t you see the blackbird
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| He’s high up in the trees
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| He’s clinging on the branches and he’s calling out to me
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| And can’t you hear him calling to the others circling ‘round
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| They’re cutting through the steady wind
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| And landing on the ground
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| Raven shadow, hopeless sorrow
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| I wish it was a songbird with a voice so pure and bright
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| Dressed in a cone of gold and with fires in his eyes
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| And a light would shine around him
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| He’d stay up there all night
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| His song would fill the air you breathe
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| In the morning when he’d fly
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| No more shadow, no more sorrow
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| What does it take for changing, there’s nothing I won’t try
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| I’ll call a thousand blackbirds to come raining from the sky
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| Three hundred for your trouble, three hundred one for mine
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| And for the pain that I caused you, three hundred ninety-nine
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| No more shadow, no more sorrow
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| No more shadow, no more sorrow |