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Night falls with black wings |
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He crawls out of bed |
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Gets dressed and takes off |
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To sing to the dead |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
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In the night air his breath stings |
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He wanders like he's lost |
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Silently digs in frozen ground |
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Hardened by frost |
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Crying eyes watch from afar |
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As he claws at the ground |
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Insanity rains from the sky |
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On the parts he has found |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
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He climbs in with his sleeping friends |
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He cradles his head |
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Presses lips on decaying skin |
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And sells the souls from the dead |
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The robber of graves has no regret |
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For what he knows he must do |
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Someday he knows someone else |
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Will rob his grave too |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
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Oh, graverobber, oh, graverobber |
