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There's a crow flying, dark and ragged, tree to tree. He's black as the highway that's leading me. Now he's diving down to pick up on something shiny. I feel like that black crow flying in a blue
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Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road. I heard your song, crow, for the first time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low. Made me feel as I was runnin' from a crime. Made me feel as
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tiSolidify. arSheryl Crow. alTuesday Night Music Club. Solidify. Pouring in and around the great wellspring. And I need bearings in the face of your. Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice
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tiSign Your Name. arSheryl Crow. al100 Miles From Memphis. 00-2. 00Sheryl Crow - Sign Your Name. 00-1. 00. Fortunately you have. Someone who relies on you. We started out as friends. But the thought
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Sunday's gone. Months're gone. Some learn they're there. Lonesome crow. Where are they from. Where are their thoughts. No, nobody knows. Or even thought. Please follow them. Will surely be
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Sunday's gone. Months're gone. Some learn they're there. Lonesome crow. Where are they from. Where are their thoughts. No, nobody knows. Or even thought. Please follow them. Will surely be
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Sunday's gone. Months're gone. Some learn they're there. Lonesome crow. Where are they from. Where are their thoughts. No, nobody knows. Or even thought. Please follow them. Will surely be
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Crow Jane, and crow jane, and crow jane. don't you hold your head too high. someday, baby you know you got to die I'm gonna buy me a pistol,. Long as I am tall. Shoot crow jane just to see her
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tiLifetimes. arSheryl Crow. alWildflower. offset500. Sheryl Crow - Lifetimes. Take off your halo, take off your golden crown. The spotlight's off, the shades are down. Where are your friends now
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light. Safe in your place deep in the earth. That's when they'll know what you were really worth. Till its stock is in the ground. Fruit tree, fruit tree. No-one knows you but the rain and the air. Don't
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. I wonder why. Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky. And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree. I'm turning my head up and down. I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
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Old Jim Crow, where you been, baby?. Down Mississippi and back again. Old Jim Crow, don't you know?. It's all over now Old Jim Crow, what's wrong with you?. It ain't your name, it's the things