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through sparrow black wind a dead crow calls out to his wing we were lightning across the whole world we were lightning(x3) and the guise to black cats we made a cross when our shadows met and the guise to black cats we made a pact when our shadows passed through sparrow black wind a dead crow calls out to its wings I'm getting weaker I'm getting thin I hate how obvious I have been I'm getting weaker(x4) and I look down and see the whole world and it's fading(repeat) From Letras Mania