| Give me the sharpest blade
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| So I can gratify my heart and my flesh
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| I forced you to love me I forced you to believe me A certain lover
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| you hide a silver knot among my rags
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| And an endless road for this exanimate man
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| I don’t want servants
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| no strong legionaries
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| Take my first born
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| My most precious jewels
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| My wisest advice
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| I could give you my head and my strongest weapons
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| But may I grant the ever worst will of mine
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| Just for this filthy Instant
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| I want it now
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| My kingdom for a horse my love
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| My kingdom for your last breath
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| This the last will of a man
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| Who lost freedom and power
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| My kingdom for a horse my love
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| My kingdom for your last breath
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| This is the last will of a blind man
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| Who fought the most cruel god
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| I should know the streets I’m walking On or the ones I never walked
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| I would want to obey your orders for once
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| I’ll the be the wicked one
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| When you’ll ask for pity
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| I’ll be the most ridiculous clown
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| When you will ask me for justice
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| Ask me how I can let my kingdom sink For a moment
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| for a moment in your smell
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| There’s a man who tells his story
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| And I should tell you mine
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| I should feel ashamed for not having ever done It I should lay down and flatten out the vague borders
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| And the doubts of my useless life
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| I’m too old for being doubtful |