Seven Crows

I saw seven crows outside my bedroom window
I got all confused, my lucky number used against me
There’s been a murder
This is a murder
Move on, move on, nothing else here to see

Seven more crows across the fresh powdered snow
I am so confused, my childhood used against me
There’s been a murder
This is a murder
Move on, move on, there’ nothing more to see





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