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There are always doubts
I hunt them all
'Til they become a crowd of crows
And fly, fly away
They Shout to the world
They shout to the world

There are always fears
I try to hide
Behind a rock, a tree, a sea
But then, then the crows come back to me
They Shout to the world
They shout to the world

You own the eye
You own the eye
You own the eye
You own the eye
You own the eye of
You own the eye of
Of an eagle

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