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The Crow

from Western States by Matt Haeck

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That crow's legs, they were so big
I told him he'd better fold in
Before he gets too high for his wings
Before he gets too high for his wings

That jet black bought a jet pack
Said a prayer and like an airman
Left this world to spin like a gear
A spirit bird with no creature-fear

[CHORUS]
That flight into the sun
Was high as any crow had ever done

His aim was a display of
What's behind all that the blind saw
Back upon the telephone wire
More than just the cave and the fire

He let fall an unheard call
As he plunged back and he flung back
His head and cried, "Oh, I'm just a crow."
"How dare I go where no man may go."

[CHORUS]
That flight into the sun
Was high as any crow had ever done

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from Western States, released January 29, 2010

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