3 Black Crows testo
3 black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by
Laughing at humanity and its pretense
Wondering where next to fly…
*And they cackled in joy and dove through the air
Like the winds of a hurricaine
And they spread their wings as if to declare
“Onward , let freedom ring!”
3 black crows are sitting in a tree
Looking down on mankind
Loving how it feels to be so free
Leaving us far behind…
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