Lovers accustomed to tragedy
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See every kiss in the window across the street
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Breezes and blessings passing by, ah ooh-oh
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I'm in the shade of the dogwood tree
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Not the one where you told your name to me
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Two hungry blackbirds land near by, ah ooh-oh
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If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
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Would you be happy under me?
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If I could be under you if the earth was burning
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Could you be trusted over me?
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Spoke to a mother whose baby drowned
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Gave me advice, or a rumor she once heard:
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¡°Heaven's a distance, not a place,¡± ah ooh-oh
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Gave her an ear from the corn we grew
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You were away but she gave her thanks to you
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That was a year ago come May, ah ooh-oh
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If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
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Would you be smothered under me?
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If I could be under you if the earth was burning
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Would you be crying over me?
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I could hear kids in the yard next door
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Cats in the brush when the calendar fell down
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Wait by the shade-tree one more year, ah ooh-oh
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Poetry tempered with tragedy
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Tempted and pulled when you cry upon my sleeve
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Two flocks of blackbirds meet the air
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If I could be over you when the sky starts falling
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Would you be happy under me?
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If I could be under you if the Earth was burning
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Could you be trusted over me?
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Two Hungry Blackbirds
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