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Nobody knew what the raven would do
If he found it was rain in your hands
Like a dog set on wheels you will lope down the street
From the sound of the scratch in his claws

As the buildings who hide you knew nothing bout time
But an arrow just [bad word]  your chin
You said,  [bad word] be this wind is still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."
You said,  [bad word] be this wind it's still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."

Like a fox on [bad word] from the well-informed son
With the bearin's for cannonball love
Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
'Till you stood on the black cross in June
Just like nobody said where that eagle was fed
'Till you stood on the black cross in June

And nobody said that the raven was dead,
So you hid all your tears in the grass.
Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you
And they'll send in their clowns when you're lost.
Sure, it could look like dew, but they're laughin' at you
And they'll send in the clowns when you're lost.

You said,  [bad word] be this wind it's still movin' on in
To the bones and the bed of my soul."