(Joni Mitchell)
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I met a young soldier
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He said his name was Killer Kyle
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He was shakin' all over
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Like a night-frightened child
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This is his story
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It's a tough one for me to sing
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Hard as the squawk and the flap
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And the beat of-the beat of black wings
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"They gave me a gun," he said
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"They gave me a mission
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For the power and the glory-
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Propaganda-piss on 'em
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There's a war zone inside me-
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I can feel things exploding-
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I can't even hear the fucking music playing
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For the beat of-the beat of black wings."
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He said, "I never had nothin'-
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Nothin' I could believe in
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My girl killed our unborn child
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Without even grievin'!
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I put my hands on her belly
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To feel the kid kickin'-damn!
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She'd been to some clinic
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Oh-the beat of black wings."
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"They want you-they need you-
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They train you to kill-
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To be a pin on some map-
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Some vicarious thrill-
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The old hate the young
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That's the whole heartless thing
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The old pick the wars
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We die in 'em
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To the beat of-the beat of black wings."
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There's a man drawing pictures
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On the sidewalk with chalk
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Just as fast as he draws 'em
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Rain come down and wash 'em off
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"Keep the drinks comin' girl
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'Til I can't feel anything
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I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
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I'm just the beat of black wings."
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The Beat Of Black Wings
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| Joni Mitchell |
