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With Blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
I drop to the floor like I did before
Stop watching
I'm coughing
I can't be more
What I want and what I need are at constant war
Like a well full of poison
a rotten core
The blood goes thin
the fever stings
And I shake from the hell that the habits bring
Let the sick ones down
the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes
let the dead men sing
Annons
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