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I feel the blade draw cross my face, this'll be the last time that I shavein this little room I call my homeI 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 hereThe echoes of my past won't hold me back today, I've buried all I love deep in this clayI 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 surviveThe stone walls and the smell of gorse and rain, the piss of angry gods and horses' manesI count myself lucky to be aliveAnd the black crow will come for me but I'll be gone, I'll be free, I'm leaving, I'm leaving hereThe echoes of my past won't hold me back today, I've buried all I love deep in this clayI'm leaving here todayI'm leaving here todayI am sailing far away Aus Songtexte Mania