He sees the stormy anger of the world
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And wants no part of it at all
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And as the weeping leaves of Autumn curl
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He feels the savage winter call
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See far below the dust of conflict settles on the hill
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Where there was no escape before
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And as he spreads his wings and soars up to another level
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He brings the icy prophecies of war
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Black crow, black crow, tell me where you really go
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When you fly into the sunset, high in evening sky,
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Black crow, black crow, tell me what you really know
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Will we flourish in this hurricane, or will we fall and die?
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While children lose their souls and so much more
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To ragged armies of the field
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A vicious fanfare cries appeasing hungry savages
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To trigger that their fate is surely sealed
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I wonder if that black crow sleeps as day beckons the night
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Or if he even sleeps at all
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I wonder what he thinks of all the human traffic passing far below
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That's sturggled on the road for so, so long
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Black Crow
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| Jamiroquai |
