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I hear the ravens calling to you |
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Oh soulless creature violent death |
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Scapegoated, blame laid upon me |
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I'll be damned to take what's left |
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The real root of the problem |
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Has been buried too deep |
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By the time you get to it |
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Problems will have surpassed the end |
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Dig them up, Dig them up |
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Or let the pendulum swing (2x) |
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I put my hand to your heart |
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And let the bullet burn your blood |
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You seem to me death incarnate |
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Raper of life, killer of love |
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The real root of the problem |
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Has been buried too deep |
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By the time you get to it |
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Problems will have surpassed the end |
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Dig them up, Dig them up |
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Or let the pendulum swing (2x) |
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The real root of the problem |
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Has been buried too deep |
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By the time you get to it |
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Problems will have surpassed the end |
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Dig them up, Dig them up |
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Or let the pendulum swing (2x) |
