a dead patch in the field
my perfect lover and i could lie in otherwise
where my perfect lover and i could lie
it's a hole dug out with crow beaks and lies
crow beaks and lies, crow beaks and lies
she would like me to lie in her alone
resigned as a stone and to die
i am no ghost and i won't die that way
i won't lie in her or cry
when i fill her back in with dirt
when i shovel her in with crow beaks and lies
crow beaks and lies, crow beaks and lies
nadine, nadine, my black eyed nadine
i can't lie anymore
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