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Life After Death
There's a blackbird perched outside my window at night
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul
That night that bird, he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king

I was carried
On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to heaven
On a raven's glide
His angels that turn my wings to wax now
I fell like judas, grace denied
On that day that he lied to me
Like Pericles
I join the murder
I fly with black
Where is...