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Two crows flying, is that a bad sign Was that the reason I blew my mind Or just an excuse for my sad state of kind I'll eat my words And sew my mouth shut And sheath the knife With which I cut you down Your love that I cut down King fool, king fool Come forward and bow You've out done yourself And you didn't know how I don't hate to love And I don't love to hate But my own trappings are the situations I create And I'll eat my words And sew my mouth shut And sheath the knife with which I cut you down It wasn't me no It wasn't me I never said a thing It wasn't me no It wasn't me no I wish I never said a thing I wish I never said a thing Letras de canciones A waste of time were the words I threw So bad no decent bard would take them to use No prophecies were made With the curses I gave Only black shades of shame Like two crows on a grave And I'll eat my words And sew my mouth shut And sheath the knife with which I cut you down Oh the love that I cut down Two crows flying Is that a bad sign? From Letras Mania