| Flickering on the switch of the shallow things you’ve done and tell
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| As for me I’m dancing down the heavens
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| Sickening on the thought I could lend my womb, soul and voice to sell
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| With you I’m closer in being royal
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| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
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| to breaking bones instead
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| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
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| to break it down you’re good
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| How come you never taste it for real?
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| You gotta prove while you’re on it
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| Get on it and never let yourself
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| (Get it on now, get it on now)
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| How come you never give in to touch?
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| You gotta grab and abuse it
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| Closer to royal
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| Your pretensions now are done
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| Snickering on the face of the meltdown trash you’ve done and tell
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| As for me I’m chanting along the battle cry
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| I could send my love, my bow, my noise, to excel
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| With you I’m closer in being royal
|
| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
|
| to breaking bones instead
|
| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
|
| to break it down you’re good
|
| How come you never taste it for real?
|
| You gotta prove while you’re on it
|
| Get on it and never let yourself
|
| (Get it on now, get it on now)
|
| How come you never give in to touch?
|
| You gotta grab and abuse it
|
| Closer to royal
|
| Your pretensions now are done
|
| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
|
| to breaking bones instead
|
| ‘Til death, ‘til hell
|
| to break it down you’re good
|
| How come you never taste it for real?
|
| You gotta prove while you’re on it
|
| Get on it and never let yourself
|
| (Get it on now, get it on now)
|
| How come you never give in to touch?
|
| You gotta grab and abuse it
|
| Closer to royal
|
| Your pretensions now are done |