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When I die, don't bury me |
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Leave me to barren field |
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'Neath October's ruins |
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And that hungry hunter moon |
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She came in late, the dress was torn |
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Poured a drink then turned away |
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Haggard lips curled to a smile |
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I saw the leaving on her face |
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When I die don't bury me |
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Leave me to Judas field |
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'Neath October's ruins |
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And that hungry hunter moon |
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Smell his sweat, smell his skin |
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I couldn't stop, she didn't scream |
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Blood spread out along her tie |
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Running from the sharpen steel |
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When I die don't bury me |
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Leave me to killing field |
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'Neath October's ruins |
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And that hungry hunter moon |
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On my knees before Saint Martin |
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The silent moons so brief and brave |
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A little light, the only witness |
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To mark my murdered lover's grave |
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When I die don't bury me |
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Leave me to grieving field |
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'Neath October's ruins |
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And that hungry hunter moon |
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Yeah, when I die don't bury me |
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Leave me to the haunted field |
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'Neat October's ruins |
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And that hungry hunter moon |
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Scattered on the center stone |
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Little pieces of my bones |
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Let the crows and beetles dine |
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There'll be no redemption for my kind |
