Just a little something I love listening to. And don't worry, I am not entering another episode of depressed state again. But maybe the blues, that come through like a wind, and nowadays lord knows where it's coming from. It just comes and goes...

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I gotta give it up though, Adam's good.

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When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers

And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird.

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Don't try to feed me

I've been here before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been crying, I've been thinking

And I am the rain king

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And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? I can't go outside

I'm scared I might not make it home

I'm alive, I'm alive but I'm sinking in

If there's anyone at home at your place, darling

Why don't you invite me in?

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Don't try to bleed me

'Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

Sh'es been lying, I've been sinking

And I am the rain king

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Hey, I only want the same as anyone

Henderson is waiting for the sun

Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends

After all the dreaming I come home again...

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When I think of heaven

Deliver me in a black-winged bird

I think of dying

Lay me down in a field of flame and heather

Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird

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Don't try to bleed me

'Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more

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I belong in the service of the queen

I belong anywhere but in between

Shes been dying, Ive been drinking

And I am the rain king...

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-Counting Crows