The Crow

The Crow
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For Eric Draven… The Crow.
It’s a memorial service.
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It’s like you think these words are easy to say
It’s like you think I say them in a callous way
It’s like you think they belong with yesterday
It’s like you think you’re the only one who pays
.
But…
I’m not the one who says
“Marry me, it’s not too late”
I’m not the one who cast the lines,
Who knows the signs, I’m not the one
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Though I appreciate you soak in hate
While tears roll down my face
I fear our fate and I mourn this waste.
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It’s like you think that choice is simple to make
It’s like you think I really want to… hesitate
It’s like you think I test emotion to kill devotion
It’s like you think you’re the only one who pays
.
But…
I’m not the one who says
“Our value is no equal exchange
No level playing field
Our fate is sealed;
apart we’ll be sane”
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I’m not the one who laughs, I cry
and I can’t even tell you why
I’m not the one who wants
Us to die.
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Cos I can’t say goodbye….!
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Never. (Say!) Never.
(Say!) Never.
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Goodbye.
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[end/arken2001]a