| Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older
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| And the tide goes up and the water washes over
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| And I know myself less, going in and out my head
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| Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner
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| Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older
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| And the tide goes up and the water washes over
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| And I know myself less, going in and out my head
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| Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner and I
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| Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere
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| And you got your nails long
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| Why’d you cut off all your hair?
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| Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere
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| Are you fucking doing okay?
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| I’ll be a black crow in my next life
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| Flying over an office park
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| I’ll be a black crow in my next life
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| Flying over an office park
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| I smash and curse this skin
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| Oh, I dig and dig and dig
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| Pulling away at the fat and muscle
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| Always searching further in
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| Somewhere deep inside my body
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| Has to be the answer for everything
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| Somewhere deep inside my body
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| Has to be the reason for why I’m like this
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| But I’ll be a black crow in my next life
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| Flying over an office park
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| I’ll be a black crow in my next life
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| Flying over an office park |