Evil Crows

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Written by C. Anthony

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I'm guessing

That they don't even understand

How it is they rip you open

Every time they come around

And those evil crows

That you hang around

They made up their minds

When they pinned you to the ground

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My sense is that they don't even care

'Bout the hope that they devour

And whatever they lay bare

And those evil crows

That you hang around

Picking at the bones

When they're helpless and they're down

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My thought is that the creatures already know

All you wishes and desires

And just how to make you go along

With the evil crows

That you hang around

They made up their minds

When they pinned you to the ground

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