| Too blind to see
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| What’s going on with me
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| Too dumb to cry
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| Too dead to die
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| Nervously I’m standing there
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| Too numb to breath the air
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| Something’s wrong, certainly
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| That I’m aware of:
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| They’ll murder me
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| I hear a crow is cawing over my head
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| Some men are talking about my death
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| Smell of rotten flesh fills up the air
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| My brothers are killed and hanging there
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| Too blind to see what’s going on with me
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| Something’s wrong, certainly
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| Too dumb to cry, too dead to die
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| They’re killing me
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| Oh my mother can you see
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| Oh father set me free
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| I’m missing the times when the pastures were mine
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| I grazed with my herd in a wonderful time
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| Hey, white dressed men
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| With blood on your hands
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| First see what I see and then murder me
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| A rumbling sound, a sudden jerk
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| A murky track, a lowing hurt
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| I see the end, my years decline
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| I see the end of the line
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| The deadly trap: A single snap
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| A bolt was shot into my neck
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| It’s allright, certainly
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| The good god sets me free
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| Oh my mother can you see
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| Oh father set me free
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| I’m missing the times when the pastures were mine
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| I grazed with my herd in a wonderful time
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| Hey, white dressed men
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| With blood on your hands
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| First see what I see and then murder me |