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Black Crows

, a black boiling wake. A ghost ridden string with a boneaching hum. And the crows fly black. Now the crows fly black. And the crows fly black. Only crows

their wings as if to declare Onward, let freedom ring 3 black crows were sitting on a fence Watching the world pass them by 3 black crows are sitting

3 black crows were sitting on a fence Watching the world pass them by Laughing at humanity and its pretense Wondering where next to fly... *And they

Fading everything to black and blue You look a lot like you Shatter in the blink of an eye You keep sailing right on through Every time you say you

Prijevod: Brojim Crows. Masnicama.

3 black crows were sitting on a fence Watching the world pass them by Laughing at humanity and its pretense Wondering where next to fly... *And they

taking my own life Beady yellow eyes see right through me Talking to me, the beyond consumes me The black crow takes my thoughts And plants seeds The black crow

me. The stars have led me astray. Beneath my feet the Earth just moved away. Who changed the world, unhinged the time? Orbits in decay, crushed by the black

a black boiling wake. A ghost ridden string with a bone-aching hum. And the crows fly black. Now the crows fly black. And the crows fly black. Only crows