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They know it´s ??
This ?? blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
Where the birds of prey are weapons on fire
She´s ridin´ a landslide down to me
Gettin´ the desert under me
Shakin´ the dead birds from the trees
Singing the only air we breathe
?? promise in the plate glass summer
Don´t call it death ?? plan
She´s ridin´ a landslide down to me
Sing the shackles off of me
Shakin´ the dead birds from the trees
?? the blood that I have ??
Comin´ to see herself again
Comin´ to sing her song again
Comin´ to watch it all
Comin´ to see herself again
Comin´ to see herself again
Comin´ to watch it all