| Once again I leave my grave
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| Dirt and daisies hit the pave
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| No sooner than I have turned
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| I hear the devil cooking up a new storm
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| My world ends on a regular basis
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| Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places
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| No sooner that I am dead
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| I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
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| Oh! |
| Hark!
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| Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
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| Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
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| And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
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| And watch out
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| Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
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| Oh they couldn’t hold a candle up to you
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| But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
|
| Oh! |
| Hark!
|
| Once again I leave my grave
|
| And dirt and daisies hit the pave
|
| But no sooner than I am dead
|
| I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
|
| Once again I leave my grave
|
| Like a bird out of its cage
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| No sooner that I have won
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| I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun
|
| Oh! |
| Hark!
|
| Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
|
| Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
|
| And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
|
| And watch out
|
| Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
|
| Oh they couldn’t hold a candle up to you
|
| But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
|
| Oh! |
| Hark!
|
| Oh! |
| Hark!
|
| Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
|
| Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
|
| And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
|
| And watch out
|
| Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
|
| Oh they couldn’t hold a candle up to you
|
| But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
|
| Oh! |
| Hark! |