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in better times a spell could save you the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you now it's all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation the servants scream âalways wear blackâ the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts yes it's all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation a sermon reads ânever wear blackâ there is no now you can tape that to your devil brow time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations shepherd reed âalways wear blackâ you find the grace in true frustration time came before the end my lord, explain From Letras Mania