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You think I'm crazy, right?
Would that make anything better, if I was crazy?
Is that it?
Would that make things better?
Night falls with black wings
He crawls out of bed
Gets dressed and takes off
To sing to the dead
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
In the night air his breath stings
He wanders like he's lost
Silently digs in frozen ground
Hardened by frost
Crying eyes watch from afar
As he claws at the ground
Insanity rains from the sky
On the parts he has found
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
You think I'm crazy, right?
Would that make anything better, if I was crazy?
Is that it?
Would that make things better?
He climbs in with his sleeping friends
He cradles his head
Presses lips on decaying skin
And sells the souls from the dead
The robber of graves has no regret
For what he knows he must do
Someday he knows someone else
Will rob his grave too
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
Oh graverobber, oh graverobber
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