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[...] I think they probably know too much About the things I've done Cause they are a breathing just a little too close Vultures are waiting, awaiting to take me But not this time, Have a taste of the dream Come to find it's not as sweet As thought it would be See these shadows over me In the desert of my mind Friends like water, hard to find Listen no one, left to trust Vultures circle up above They're flying, flying From Letras Mania