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There is a crow moon comin in well you keep looking out |
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It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in |
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Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now |
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Within the light she is my storming heroin |
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And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and |
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I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth |
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Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to |
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But just for now I let the spring and storm return |
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I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin |
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I live until the call |
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And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone |
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Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall |
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And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree |
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Just to be closer when my spirit's pulled away |
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I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today |
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He's just a mortal to the shoutin' cavalcade |
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I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin |
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I live until the call |
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And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone |
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Yes I'll be leavin in the fall |
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Let's open up the windows have satan departin' now |
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And we'll be even when the blues fall down like hail |
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Hell I don't even care no more about cadejo now |
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If he's a white one or a black one on the trail |
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I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin' |
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I live until the call |
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And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone |
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Yes I'll be leavin in the fall |
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Yes I'll be leavin in the fall |
