Her garden's filled with blackbirds
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And her eyes are full of rain
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She comes singing softly to me
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Whispering my name
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Her brow is crowned with mourning
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And her lips are kissed with fate
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She comes riding on a nightmare
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With the darkness in her wake
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And in my final hour
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And on my final day
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I'll know she's coming for me
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By the sound of her wings
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Her left hand's filled with ashes
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And her right hand's full of dust
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Shes comes laughing through the numbness
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To wake me with a touch
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Her bed is made of secrets
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And endless woven dreams
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She'll come trembling on the moonlight
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When at last she comes to me
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And in my final hour
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And on my final day
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I'll know she's coming for me
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By the sound of her wings
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All my days are grains in an hourglass
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Every tear and every fear all must pass
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And in my final hour
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And on my final day
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I'll know she's coming for me
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By the sound of her wings
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By The Sound Of Her Wings
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| Soulmotor |
