The snowstorm blankets Cinncinnati.
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A black crow flies straight to my window
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He looks me in the eye and tells me,
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The price for this will bring you sorrow.
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Billy Joe, I cast a shadow, from the darkness in my soul,
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Billy Joe, I lost control, the little girl who can¡¯t say no.
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The bus pulls in another city,
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Wake up and don¡¯t know where we are.
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Four months without a loving shoulder.
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At night I cannot fight the loving you start.
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Billy Joe, I cast a shadow, from the darkness in my soul,
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Billy Joe, I lost control, it was just a passing whimsical¡¦
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Billy Joe, Billy Joe, Billy Joe
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Billy Joe, Billy Joe, Billy Joe
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The price for this will bring you sorrow¡¦
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Billy Joe, I cast a shadow, from the darkness in my soul,
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Billy Joe, you think you know - once burned twice sociological,
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Billy Joe, don¡¯t be cold, my mistakes are no worse than yours,
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Billy Joe, this lonely road, conjures up the inner ghosts,
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Billy Joe, I let you go, spread my legs to ease this woe,
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Billy Joe, It was just a moment, don¡¯t you see that I am yours.
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Billy Joe, Billy Joe, Billy Joe.
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Billy Joe
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| Paula Cole |
