The Crow

Found a crow, broke its wing

You said, "I like insides of things"

And a tree where you hung up your skin to dry

And wait for god to come

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And I have fucked-up underlined

And you have loved me most of the time

And all I do is write shit lullabies for babies I don't make

And tell you lies

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Found a crow, broke its wing

You said, "I like insides of things"