Once again I leave my grave
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Dirt and daisies hit the pave
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No sooner than I have turned
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I hear the devil cooking up a new storm
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My world ends on a regular basis
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Yeah I fed quick and lonesome places
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No sooner that I am dead
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I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
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Oh! Hark!
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
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And watch out
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
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Oh! Hark!
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Once again I leave my grave
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And dirt and daisies hit the pave
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But no sooner than I am dead
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I feel the ravens tugging at my hair
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Once again I leave my grave
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Like a bird out of its cage
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No sooner that I have won
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I feel the storm clouds plotting against the sun
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Oh! Hark!
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
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And watch out
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
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Oh! Hark!
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Oh! Hark!
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Do you a hear a voice like velvet through the night sky
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Do you hear the fickle hand of fate at my side
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And all those that god has sinned with hope in his stride
|
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And watch out
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Watch for them camouflaged and crouched in the shadows
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Oh they couldn't hold a candle up to you
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But they stand as tall as you in broad daylight too
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Oh! Hark!
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Oh! Hark!
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Lisa Mitchell |