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Be There In BellsLate at night, watching the satellites
North Carolina and the rolling hills
Orion, draws back the arrow
Aiming at the heart of a scarecrow
Cloud to cloud, hour to hour
Dust to dust, flower to flower
Cry cry CrowCry, Cry, Crow
In the morning, I buckle my shoes like a pilgrim
And make my way to the highway
In the silhouette of silos
Cry, cry, crow
I love you, more than you'll ever know dear
Let's GoThe Pines
Let's go
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no job
You want to steal
And you want to rob