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Black Crows on the blue sky,
Always making a mess,
And I wake in the morning,
Tangled up in their nest,
They're laughing from phone lines,
Stealing dreams from my head,
It's time to get up now,
And I've been long left for dead.

Some days are better than most,
When nobody comes and nobody goes,
There's songbirds up in a row,
I'll put in my dime and sing to your ghost.

They're singing the same songs,
And wearing the same old clothes,
Driving the same drive,
But always driving too slow,
And you bring me back here,
But it's not where I should go,
I'm killing time every morning,
Cursing at the same black crows.

Cause some days are better than most,
When nobody comes and nobody goes,
There's songbirds up in a row,
I'll put in my dime and sing to your ghost.

You turned bad I know,
It was your mama that told me so,
But I still love to see you come,
And I hate to see you go.

Some days are better than most,
When nobody comes and nobody goes,
There's songbirds up in a row,
I'll put in my dime and I'll sing to your ghost.

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