Old crows ride in the mouth of the beast
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Sleep beneath its tongue, cradled by its teeth
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We roam from shore to shore
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From the open sky ,to the ocean floor
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The more we move, the less we are ourselves
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And when we finally stop, we¡¯ve changed to something else
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As rapid as a river flows
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As frigid as the cold wind can blow
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As devious as the devils grin
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Our blood is sold and we've shed our skin
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Now, we are not the kids we use to be
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Stop wishing for yesterday
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The crows are calling - Seems the end is near
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They're spelling out their names, yet we have no fear
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Oh, the damage a man can do
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When ambition takes over his search for the truth
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Sometimes life just gets the best of us
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Some things in life will get the best of us
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Now, we are not the kids we use to be
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Stop wishing for yesterday
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Every skyline beats in my chest
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Somewhere between love and sadness
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This our fate, this is our test
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We ride in the mouth of madness
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As rapid as a river flows
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As frigid as the coldest wind can blow
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As devious as the devils grin
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Our blood is cold and we've shed our skin
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We are not the kids we use to be
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Stop wishing for yesterday
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Old Crows
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Alexisonfire |