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A Murder Of Crows
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Stranger Than Fiction
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One
Tomorrow I'll feel fine
It's yesterday that took my breath away
Flying off the handle, finally
Sweeping down the avenue
God's up in his heaven
And the devil's on Bonnie Raitt
But there seems to be no room for us
So choose your poison, it's up to you
I'd recommend you think about it
Long and hard
'Cause the woods can get thick quick inside
Dark and tangled and petrified
And you'll wander through the endless night
And never see the light of day
Let's turn the record over
Your life's a pleasant valley
Moonlight lies upon us in the sun
His shadow stays behind you
Graceful as a dancer in a ballet