| They come around when you are on your knees
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| Surrounding one by one, taking what you need
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| Your mouth is dry as you lay down
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| Begging for those vultures to set you free
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| Vultures pick your bones, pick them so clean
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| Bathing in your tears of misery for years
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| They take you for everything you have
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| Consuming you 'til there’s nothing of you left
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| Only God knows what’s wrong with me
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| They show up when you stink and rot
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| Taking everything that’s precious to your heart
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| When you have been stripped down
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| Vultures fly away, thorns in your crown
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| Only God knows what’s wrong
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| Only God knows what’s wrong with me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Vultures circle all around you
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| They come to take your soul across the river
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| They only come around when things are wrong
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| They only come around when you got what they want
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| Only God knows what’s wrong
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| Only God knows what’s wrong with me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Vultures circle all around you
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| They come to take your soul across the river
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| Vultures circle all around you
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| They come to take your soul across the river
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| Vultures circle all around you
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| They come to take your soul across the river |