Counting Crows - A Murder Of One

Well, 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,
Seven for a secret never to be told.

There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin.
Yeah, when you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in.
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