| The King has made a plan
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| He was playing with her hair
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| He couldn’t tell if what he felt
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| Was violence speaking out
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| The bright lit discoveratory
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| Was absently loud
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| It made her squirm, she said
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| War, I never knew your hands
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| Could move so quick
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| I’ll format your lips
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| Don’t ever speak of stars
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| If you formed from different parts
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| 'Cause you know
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| I lied there drunk that night
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| With the armor at my side
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| 'Cause I left it for several seconds
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| But it’s just enough to tear my spine, I said
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| War, I never knew your hands
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| Could move so quick
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| I’ll format your lips
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| You watch the golden lines, still
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| You watch the golden lines, still
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| You watch the golden lines, still
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| You watch the golden lines, still
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| You watch the golden lines, still
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| You watch the golden lines
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| War, I never knew your hands
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| Could move so quick
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| Your golden arrows sing
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| I’ll format your lips |