.Anabelle is chasing gravel angels
Mama's counting the lines on her face
In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep
They are circling the compounds of disgrace
And boys grow out of the rust
Spin their wheels and turn to dust
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singi.
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