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Once again I leave my grave |
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Dirt and daisies hit the pave |
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No sooner than I have turned |
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I hear the devil cooking up a new storm |
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My world ends on a regular basis |
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Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places |
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No sooner that I am dead |
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I feel the ravens tugging at my hair |
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Oh! Hark! |
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky |
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side |
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride |
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And watch out |
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows |
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you |
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too |
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Oh! Hark! |
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Once again I leave my grave |
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And dirt and daisies hit the pave |
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But no sooner than I am dead |
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I feel the ravens tugging at my hair |
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Once again I leave my grave |
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Like a bird out of its cage |
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No sooner that I have won |
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I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun |
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Oh! Hark! |
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky |
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side |
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride |
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And watch out |
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows |
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you |
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too |
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Oh! Hark! |
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Oh! Hark! |
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky |
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side |
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride |
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And watch out |
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows |
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you |
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too |
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Oh! Hark! |