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The Crows
The Crows by Wil Russell. Produced by RusTnale. Recorded at Atticland Studios @ Montesano Castle
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 924 (128,067 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre: # 149 (19,015 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 149 (19,015 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock)
About the song
Got sick and tired of people gossiping about me, and I finally fell... then wrote this sing and got back up. People can be mean (sometimes)
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The Crows
Lyric’s & Music by Russ Sonmore
Copyright 2003, All Rights Reserved
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Written: 2003 Location: At home in Monte
In my head rings a lot of things O’ my mind is numb
I hear my name spoke distantly, it’s wrong!
Their selfish words cheapens them like quicksand they eat on
Why do they waste them all on me...?
The year of gossip’s gone
Honey do you hear what they say?
Does it hurt you just the same?
Even though it’s all nonsense it make me go insane
Do you hear the crows tonight?
Do you think they’re talking too?
Baby do you think I’ll survive with my name chopped in two?
I watch them look through the glass
and I’m thinking where’s the love?
To my face they smile right back
and I hold on while they shove...
Why does it take so long for justice in this place
I wonder if I’m strong, or should I run away?
soupzon@hotmail.com
Lyric’s & Music by Russ Sonmore
Copyright 2003, All Rights Reserved
ASCAP
Written: 2003 Location: At home in Monte
In my head rings a lot of things O’ my mind is numb
I hear my name spoke distantly, it’s wrong!
Their selfish words cheapens them like quicksand they eat on
Why do they waste them all on me...?
The year of gossip’s gone
Honey do you hear what they say?
Does it hurt you just the same?
Even though it’s all nonsense it make me go insane
Do you hear the crows tonight?
Do you think they’re talking too?
Baby do you think I’ll survive with my name chopped in two?
I watch them look through the glass
and I’m thinking where’s the love?
To my face they smile right back
and I hold on while they shove...
Why does it take so long for justice in this place
I wonder if I’m strong, or should I run away?
soupzon@hotmail.com
