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A Murder Of Crows
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Stranger Than Fiction
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Grand mal paid you a call
On the avenue
And bright white shot through the night
And I followed it to you
Looked through your window
Went blind and prone
And you walked out into a ghost town
With no one to see what you're going through now
No one to see what you do
You took a fall and I followed down
As far as I could go
Grand mal, it's all over now
Buried back below
When it comes calling
Drawing you in
Don't forget how much I love you
And there's no one to see what you're going through now
No one to see what you're going through now
No one can see what you do
Remember these mirror eyes