A MURDER OF ONE

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                           Blue morning Blue morning
                           Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
                           Curiosity, Kitten, doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own
                           Your can look outside your window
                           He doesn’t have to know
                           We can talk awhile, baby
                           We can take it nice and slow
                           All your life is such a shame
                           All your love is just a dream
                           Are you happy where you’re sleeping?
                           Does he keep you safe and warm?
                           Does he tell you when you’re sorry?
                           Does he tell you when you’re wrong?
                           I’ve been watching you for hours
                           It’s been years since we were born
                           We were perfect when we started
                           I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone
                           All your life is such a shame
                           All your love is just a dream
                           I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
                           Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
                           One for sorrow
                           Two for joy
                           Three for girls and four for boys
                           Five for silver
                           Six for gold and
                           Seven for a secret never to be told
                           There’s a bird that nests inside you
                           Sleeping underneath your skin
                           When you open up your wings to speak
                           I wish you’d let me in
                           All your life is such a shame
                           All your love is just a dream
                           Open up your eyes
                           You can see the flames
                           of your wasted life
                           You should be ashamed
                           You don’t want to waste your life
                           I walk along these hillsides in the summer ‘neath the sunshine
                           I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
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