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Like a crow on a motorway
Picking at scabs
Sees red when a blackleg
Drives past in a cab
Like men in blue suits
With their sticks in their hands
And their feathers in their caps

Like fighting for blackstuff
Like staying alive
Like a union of crows
Their funds bled dry
And bossmen in Lorries
Are crossing the line
It’s only real when it hurts

You can trust when it hurts
You know now it’s been
Feeling the pinch
Wakes up from a dream
Trust how it hurts
Trust what you feel
Feeling the pinch
Wakes you up

Like a crow on barbed wire
We’re the enemy within
Like an unanswered phone call
Where running again
Like a picking bone

There’s a hook in your brain…..
Like a ghost town valley
Like duct on a sheet
Like a cold empty shop
On a cold empty street
Like the crowd gathers round
When the ambulance screams
Your only real when you bleed.

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