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F#m G#m C#m I was not woken by the rooster (the chords stay the F#m G#m C#m Nor by the crows's tough song F#m G#m But the midnight cry C#m F#m Of a blood red bird G#m C#m Brought this sleeplessness on F#m G#m Threw open the window C#m Moonlight on a Black garden of thorns F#m G#m C#m And the cool wind on my sweat F#m What cries home G#m C#m Where cries from F#m G#m C#m A blood red bird lies in the woods F#m G#m C#m Weeping into dead leaves F#m G#m C#m With wing thorn and jutting bone F#m G#m C#m What hand bent it to bust To be useless What hand I could have done it With two fingers A blood red bird A blood red bird We can continually sink into Each other Just deep enough to rip out A bit more flesh When we move away A scarf of skin trailing out behind Like an arrow I was only passing through A blood red bird A blood red bird
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