It must be strange to just fall from the stage
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and snap a bone that is so close to the brain
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And be attended to by so many down below
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I saw a doctor tie you up from so far above
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And you start singing just like light through a black floor
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You start sliding like burned skin to a side door
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Refrain:
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But crow, when you throw yourself under
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Singin's hard when you can't loose control
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They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothin'
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And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul
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It must have been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore
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And to be surrounded by the history of your true loves
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And you'd get naked between the deep shelves in the backroom
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And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes
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And you start spinning like the pillars in the temple
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You'd start screaming just like Sister Aimee Semple
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But Crow, when you throw yourself under
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The streets are hard when you cannot lose control
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They don't know, to them the dark don't whisper nothin'
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And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul
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Crow
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It was so sweet when you brought donuts to the junkies
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Hey, you'd give us something we'd go slip into our coffee
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And we'd start reading lines from poems that didn't matter
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You covered me with blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby
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And I'd start reachin' for the scar along your belly
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They'd start takin' us 'cause winning is their hobby
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Repeat Refrain
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Crow
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