Off the tracks lost the rail
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Trying to squeeze a little blood out a rusty nail
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When you're thirsty, thirsty
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Behind your eyes you feel the burn
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As your down hill ride takes a solid turn from the lonely, lonely
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Now don't look back
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My wounded bird
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There's nothing for you're here
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Need no wing just set your mind to fly
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It's like it been a long time in an empty bed
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In an empty room with an empty head full of nothing
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And all you got left is your skin and your teeth
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And the red in your eye your six feet deep to get ready yeah
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Now don't look back
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My wounded bird
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There's nothing for you're here
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Need no wing just set your mind to fly
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The waiting is over
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So lets roll in the clover
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Time for a head full of stars
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Lets pull back the curtain
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I know one thing for certain
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Well we don't have very long
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Now don't look back
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My wounded bird
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There's nothing for you're here
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Need no wing just set your mind to fly
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Wounded Bird
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The Black Crowes |