Black Candles

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Crooked Fingers - Rock

Black Candles

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Fill my days up from the bottom Climb to the top and watch the whole thing go Tumbling down from the mountain Onto a sleepy tourist town below She comes to me a ghost on the water Sifting the border through the digger bee holes On the screams of La Llorona Howling and moaning in the dead moon glow I had a dream I stole away Into the light and then the light just faded I have a dream I never follow Black candles burning in the kerosene rain

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Writers
  • Eric Bachmann