A grey crow perched on a lamppost
sunshine behind his back
makes me believe its black
the silent ring of the telephone
gives me questions
the answers i already know
they called me to say
hey man, what you doing to Yourself
hey man, I care
look at her feet
she walks down the blocks
blankly looking at
the cobblestones on the street
they called me strung out
hey man, what you doing to yourself
hey man, just shout
give me one more day
i wanna know
wat is that i wanna know
i think i know
i just don't wanna say!
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