King Guava - Plague | Текст песни

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O Vulture!
Deprive me of peace.
And the weight on my back hinders me.
Scissor-beak, relate to me how I fed you.
Scissor-beak, relate to me how you always ate.
For these past few months my mind’s been on the road,
but I can’t think of any place that I know that you won’t go.
And when I die sink my body to the floor of the sea
where the calls of the bird can’t find me.

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