Every heart is a lonesome hunter
Sparrows at your window
Starlings at your door
Magpies wherever we go
Is it blackbirds forevermore
Well I'm standing holding my head
And I'm staring through a hole in your head
And I been feeling like a zombie baby
I am a zombie coming slow to your bed
Who am I to deny this moment
And who am I to even question it?
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