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Nebakanzer never knew
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He left his needle outside in the rain
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And it rusted through
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He had twenty-nine blackbirds
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but only one flew
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Spent most of his time making holes
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And licking his wounds
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Nebakanezer lost his wife
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She took her diamond rings and was
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gone before the light
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She left one satin shoe and a
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very dull knife
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She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
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chorus
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So tell us what the sorry singer
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might do
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All of his friends complain
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That they got the flu
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They ain't sick in the head
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They look like the living dead
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And that's not cool
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Repeat 1st verse
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Nebakanezer
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Black Crowes |