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I feel the blade draw cross my face, this'll be the last time that I shave
in this little room I call my home
I take down all my pictures, I place 'em in this little tin box, lay them in my bag and close the door
The black crow will come for me but I'll be gone, I'll be free,
I'm leaving, I'm leaving here
The echoes of my past won't hold me back today,
I've buried all I love deep in this clay
I see the heart, and I raise you this drink distilled from the hearts of those who still think there is chance,
there is hope to survive
The stone walls and the smell of gorse and rain, the piss of angry gods and horses' manes
I count myself lucky to be alive
And the black crow will come for me but I'll be gone,
I'll be free, I'm leaving, I'm leaving here
The echoes of my past won't hold me back today,
I've buried all I love deep in this clay
I'm leaving here today
I'm leaving here today
I am sailing far away