Testo Vultures

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I think they probably know too much
About the things I've done
Cause they are a breathing just a little too close

Vultures are waiting, awaiting to take me
But not this time,
Have a taste of the dream Come to find it's not as sweet
As thought it would be
See these shadows over me

In the desert of my mind
Friends like water, hard to find
Listen no one, left to trust

Vultures circle up above
They're flying, flying