smile now the flies are coming
and when they are gone you'll miss them
creeping in and out the windows
landing on you as you're sleeping
and when they are gone you'll miss them
creeping in and out the windows
landing on you as you're sleeping
amateur magicians casting spells to bring back souls forgotten
no one stirs here but a pigeon
named crow
well pretty little girls do often grow up
to be vicious liars
happy little smiling thieves
always in their sunday best
living in a traveling show
that maps it's routes
but travels no where
no one stirs here but a pigeon
named crow
a pigeon named crow
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