| «…While king Henry III of France was
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| preparing to attack Paris, on august 1st, 1589
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| A Dominican monk asked for access to the
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| king because of secret documents he owns
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| While whispering into his ear,
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| the monk plunged a knife into the king’s body
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| The guards killed the monk,
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| but the people praised the assassination as the judgement of god»
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| Way down, but you pushed me too many times
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| Lay down, because of you I feel I’m dead inside
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| Way down, so you killed me one too many times
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| Lay down, because of you now I will rise, yes now I will rise…
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| Way down, you pushed me too many times
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| Lay down, because of you I’m dead inside
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| Crucified but the world keeps turning, you won’t let me go
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| Raise the flag and kill me stunning, you reap what you sow
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| Give me everything you can’t hide
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| I can see through your eyes
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| To the center of your weird mind… All the anger is inside
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| On the morning after the king has lost his crown
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| Only tears and laughter come together now
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| When my senses fail us, I’ll fade without a sound
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| When I see you fail, I’ll break in to break you down
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| Regicide
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| Lay down, I’m sick of waiting for the start
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| Pray now, my hate courts now your lonely heart
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| Try to teach myself forever compassion for my life
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| Time has come to make a difference, now my blood will rise
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| To the nightfall of my kingdom
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| Angels cry while we sleep
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| A king reborn, a prophecy forlorn was once buried deep |