Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
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I am the black crow king
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Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm
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I am the black crow king
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Keeper of the nodding corn
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Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
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All the hammers are a-talking
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All the nails are a-singing
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So sweet and low.
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You can hear it in the valley
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Where live the lame and the blind
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They climb the hill out of its belly
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They leave with mean black boots on.
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"I just made a simple gesture
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They jumped up and nailed it to my shadow
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My gesture was a hooker
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You know, my shadow's made of timber."
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And the storm is a-rolling
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And the storm is a-rolling
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All down on me.
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And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
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And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
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Ah'm still here rolling and I'm left on my own
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The blackbirds have all flown!
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Everyone's rolled on!
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I am the black crow king
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Keeper of the trodden corn
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I am the black crow king
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Won't say it again
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And the rain it raineth daily.
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Lord
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And wash away my clothes
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I surrender up my arms
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To a company of crows
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I am the black crow king
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I won't say it again
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And all the thorns are a-crowning
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King ruby on each spine
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And the spears are a-sailing
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O my o my.
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And the storm is a-rolling
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And the storm is a-rolling
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All down on me.
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And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
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And I'm still here rolling after everybody's gone
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I'm still here rolling and left on my own
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Those blackbirds they have all flown and
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I am on my own.
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I am the black crow king
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Keeper of the forgotten corn
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The King! The King!
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I'm the king of nuthin' at all
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The hammers are a-talking
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The nails are a-singing
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The thorns are a-crowning him
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The spears are a-sailing
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The crows are a-mocking
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The corn is a-nodding
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The storm is a-rolling
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The storm is a-rolling
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The storm is a-rolling down
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The storm is a-rolling down
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The storm is a-rolling
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Down on me
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Rolling down on me
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Rolling down on me.
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Black Crow King
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |