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Jim Crow Big Dreams

of bone Every night I have the same dream White crows in an empty sky When I call they descend, the young trees bend And the dream is always dry . . .

and yours Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (Once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow low The Big Apple, rotten

name is Prince, I don't wanna be king Cuz I've seen the top and it's just a dream Big cars and women and fancy clothes Will save your face but it won'

yours Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to

Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to the core