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Song Lyrics
Winter waking, streatched across the moonstone sky
Caring less than nothing for the destiny of man
You see the crows, like ragged scraps of dustbin bag
Come floating down the wind
To scavenge what they can
And nothing need be spoken
Deep in winter sleep is where you hear the saddest cry
Of men and women taught to stay a step ahead
Who reached the edge
But found that when they fell
They had not learned to fly
I tell you that it drives you wild
It drives you out to march and march beside the heartless sea
To weep and rage
And beg the only one who really knows
To tell you, tell you, tell you, tell you why
So many hearts are broken
© 1999 Little Room Music
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