| Fly low ye carrion crow
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| And seize my body for the debt I owe
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| And drop me high into the depths below
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| For the things I’ve seen no one else should know
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| It’s just you and me and my rib cage brain
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| We polish the brass and we dust the pain
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| And we lay down fallow like slaveless chains
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| And they call us sick as though they’re all so sane
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| So fly low ye carrion crow
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| And seize my body for to free my soul
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| And drop me high into the depths below
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| For the things I’ve seen no one else should know
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| What speak you of a love so bold?
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| No song could sing, no word could hold
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| Well I warn you now of an end foretold
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| And a life long waiting for a desperate road
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| So fly low ye carrion crow
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| Seize my body for it lives no more
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| And drop me high into the depths below
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| For the things I’ve seen no one else should know
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| For the things I’ve seen no one else should know
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| For the things I’ve seen no one else should know |