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Crows


 the crows in the city 

i think maybe they're after me

i try to leave them alone

but they're so overgrown

maybe it's in the water

and we're all getting some

ive been thinking of leaving

and learning some things

about the crows wings

and why they can fly so much higher than me

the worst part

i think

is that they can't even sing

all the do is scream 

and scream 

and scream

 

listen kids

listen right

there's nothing above but your lousy kites

why listen to a word i've said

you are the masters of your own heads

don't listen to a word they've said

they're just humans

and they've been wrong before

they're just apes

with power and glory

but they still walk with their hands

we are just people

and we make things up

just lousy people flying lousy kites

how arrogant

how proud

i heard all the crows left

when they heard what i heard

now we just have loust kites above our heads

but at least they don't shit on our cars

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