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Oak Tree
04:52
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It happened around sundown
Her stuff was scattered all around
And the old oak tree
It whispered quietly
And I hope for her
That she will find
All of here stuff in time
Cause I can't live in a world, where the rain washes her mind straight into the dirt.
She didn't mean to stop where she did
It just kinda happened
She sought the old tree's shade
Looking for some kind of break
And she never knew
The crow that flew
As she tried to sneak
Into a world where the rain would wash her mind clean
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The Crowman Speaks
03:52
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I met the crowman on a dark december night
in the woods
I was afraid
When he opened up his eyes he showed me the light of Christ
it was bright I was amazed
Oh he said be free
Be free like the dirt!
Oh he said be free
Be free like the worms!
His wings beat a gust of wind straight into the abyss
He looked to me
I looked at him
He told of things that could have been and of lucifer's light that shine within
He looked at me
As I struggled to sin
But the grass still waves when its flowing on our graves
And acorns still fall when there's no around at all
So leave your worries sitting there at home
When there's a million little bugs around, you're never really alone
I crawled through mud and slime in fear of emptiness
feathers on my arm
a kold kiss
He landed on my back and screamed me clean
I howled
we were a beam
Oh he said be free
Be free like the dirt!
Oh he said be free
Be free like the worms!
But the grass still waves when its flowing on our graves
And acorns still fall when there's no around at all
So leave your worries sitting there at home
When there's a million little bugs around, you're never really alone
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Cobweb Road
03:12
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Going down the cobweb road, I'm going down to know
Where my old friend went, Im coming round the bend
Going down the cobweb road, I'm going down to see
Where my old friend is, and where he needs to be
Now I'm standing in your drive-way, and I'm looking at your lawn
Looking at that old front porch, oh where have you gone
Dust covered window panes and cracking paint
Your house looks different now, but your front door still looks the same
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