In the year of 1692
Swallowing gossip as if there's no food
It seems my wife's been found to be a witch
One month later, they come for me next
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Grey sky, I curse you
I curse you and Salem
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Damn you, I curse you
I curse you and Salem
On the day, September 17th
Sherriff Corwin took me to the field
Two days pass, weary grows the soul
Justice runs slow when the truth's been sold
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Grey sky, I curse you
I curse you and Salem
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Damn you, I curse you
I curse you and Salem