| So, so you want that throne
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| Load down your knee and digging up bones, to own
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| Leave, bleed, digging that stone
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| If you must be keen then, you’re pushing to be overthrown
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| ‘Cause I’m not kneeling down
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| I’m dancing to this crowd
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| Take this crown you seek
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| ‘Cause it clearly has no grip on me
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| Let’s pull it, this bad town, my life
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| Unto me, you came with the wicked
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| Last time, pack it up, pack it in
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| ‘causeou tried to outnumber, tried to outgun
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| But you won’t see my finger to a trigger
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| ‘Cause I gotta take a shooter, I’ll fire with my tongue
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| Kingdom come, kingdom come
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| I’m not kneeling down
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| I’m dancing to this crowd
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| Take this crown you seek
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| ‘Cause it clearly has no grip on me
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| Let’s pull it, this bad town, my life
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| Through the heat you won’t find this, hey
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| You battle, we don’t
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| Always, you can take what you want, but the palace
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| No regard for the price you may have to pay
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| You have been testing the limit
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| I will only expect for nutters
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| I’m not kneeling down
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| I’m dancing to this crowd
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| Take this crown you seek
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| ‘Cause it clearly has no grip on me
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| Let’s pull it, this bad town! |