| Loud was the sound of the birds when they landed in spite of
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| Noise from the boys with the rocks in their fists
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| Looking to bring a man down to the bottom of a thousand ton well
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| One tiny push send that man into hell
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| He hit with a thud there’ll be no work tomorrow
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| Just a funeral for a guy with time that he borrowed
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| Isn’t it crazy?
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| Ode to the one that’ll drag you down
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| Isn’t it crazy?
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| Ode to the one that’ll let you drown
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| Wait for the call it’ll come by tomorrow
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| Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow
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| Honey don’t run ‘cause there’s nowhere to go
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| She’s got your number she got your code
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| Blue is the color your skin fades to when there’s no pump of
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| Blood through your veins or your heart or when you got no love
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| Trouble is looking for someone to drain
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| The rattle does roll when there’s something to gain
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| Was it the shove that done did that man in
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| Or the lady who came and blew in with the wind?
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| Isn’t it crazy?
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| Ode to the one that’ll drag you down
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| Isn’t it crazy?
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| Ode to the one that’ll let you drown
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| Wait for the call it’ll come by tomorrow
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| Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow
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| Honey don’t run ‘cause there’s nowhere to go
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| She’s got your number she got your code
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| Hail to the mother
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| Tell your brother, your friends
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| Can’t lock your doors ‘cause she’s already in
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| Dressed all in black with a staff in her fist
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| She wails to her hounds
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| Sink their fangs with a kiss |