| Dear Majesty, I kneel at your feet
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| Though my heart, it tells me, I am wrong
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| For I am my own man and these are my needs
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| And without them your sovereign would be lost
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| I remember the day I earned my first pay
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| Belittled and ground to a halt
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| I rose with the flame from my father’s remains
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| I buried when I was a pup
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| Here we are now,
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke and he’s not very bright
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| Here we are now,
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| Here we are now
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| Take me away and deliver what’s right
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| Here we are now
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke and he’s not very bright
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| Here we are now
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke
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| And he’s not
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| Very bright
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| Dear Constantine, come make me believe
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| In your Lord, I have chose to ignore
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| For mine is the year I now listen to hear
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| So I taunt every tyrant with a fault
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| For never’s a Twain, I know that I’ll remain
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| Come gather what’s left of the cause
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| And together we’ll march on the backs of the damned
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| And rise from beneath one and all
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| Here we are now,
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke and he’s not very bright
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| Here we are now,
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| Here we are now
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| Take me away and deliver what’s right
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| Here we are now
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke and he’s not very bright
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| Here we are now
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| Here we are now
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| The Devil has spoke
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| Here we are now |