| There is a crow moon comin in well you keep looking out
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| It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
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| Lets watch phenomenon’s that rise out of the darkness now
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| Within the light she is my storming heroin
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| And old machine’s abandoned by the ancient racists and
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| I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth
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| Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
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| But just for now I let the spring and storm return
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| I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
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| I live until the call
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| And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
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| Yes I’ll be leavin' in the fall
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| And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
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| Just to be closer when my spirit’s pulled away
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| I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
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| He’s just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade
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| I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
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| I live until the call
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| And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
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| Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
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| Let’s open up the windows have satan departin' now
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| And we’ll be even when the blues fall down like hail
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| Hell I don’t even care no more about cadejo now
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| If he’s a white one or a black one on the trail
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| I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin'
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| I live until the call
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| And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
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| Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
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| Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall |