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I am the blackbird sitting on the branch

watching you

Peering into every aspect you do

Kaw Kaw . . . and you


Late at night . . . if I ever get out of here

I swear I will turn into a thunderstorm

And hurl my bolts of light at you

Pound you with my thunder


I am the blackbird and I am still watching you

Can you feel the unease of my stare

Kaw Kaw

Now you are aware


I hold a grudge forever more

Never can I release the hate and pain

Nothing nice again , just rain

I could never get out


The blackbird and I ,

Feathers fluttering to the ground

Both of us go around and around

Daggers drawn , guns blazing


Like I said it was late at night

Cursing and swearing my heart pounds

Mark my bolts ! Holding thunder !

I notch another line on the short barrel of life


Blackbird ! Blackbird ! Blackbird be !

I am the blackbird sitting in your tree

Peering into every aspect that you might be

Kaw . . . Kaw . . .