| Son of Henry, I’m the first in line
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| To the throne, smell my mustard gas
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| I slash swords through your wooden spine
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| Well it cut my heart and it blew my head
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| We made love at the side of the road
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| Reflex, you better know this flows fast
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| This river is particularly sinister
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| Close your eyes and take my hand
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| I wanna scream one last death medley
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| I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motion
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| Love that golden rule, that golden rule
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| Need that golden rule, that golden rule
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| Secrets are the truth, they are the truth
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| We need that silver rule, that silver rule
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| Face to face with the ball and chain
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| I’ll poke my head up till its red
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| I tell my secrets and you took my pain
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| About a broken heart and I will do it again
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| Son of Henry, I’m the first in line
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| To the throne, smell my mustard gas
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| I slash swords through your wooden spine
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| Well it cut my heart and it blew my head
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| I want to scream one last death medley
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| I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motion
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| Love that golden rule that golden rule
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| Need that golden rule that golden rule
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| Secrets are the truth they are the truth
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| We need that silver rule that silver rule |