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Ocean The Killing The Flies

to you I enwrap myself in black sheets To match the sky I no longer want to see The bitterness in your eyes You start killing the flies You start killing the flies

spell and the Mariner tells his tale Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies the albatross

one would be glad enough If he was thrown to the jackals and flies Now there can be no compromise But the Earth cannot recoil If only the oceans would

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. ?My vacations ending I?m coming home late.? ?The weather was fine and the ocean was great.? ?And I can?t wait

spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the

spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the

spell and the mariner tells his tale. Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. My vacations ending. I'm coming home late. The weather was fine and the ocean was great and I can't wait to

the sky, till it looks like the air is filled with fire-flies I, spark cheebas in the dark fiendish bury your crew under the ocean so only the sharks