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There's reason to believe you're on your own

Lonesome to the bone and shackled to a stone

But that is just the way the story goes

Like so many times before

Oh, you will fly again

i know you will some day

You'll become the king of the sky

Black ravens cry as black ravens die

But we're through dying

You're left behind and all you feel is pain

Naked in the rain your hope goes down the drain

But they will all return to be your friend

When you have found the gold and they just grow old