| Your thoughts ripped me in parts
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| A wall of bricks blocks my escape
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| Only way outside leads through thousand deaths
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| Have never learnt to obey, I was raised up by poor
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| The crown will be my chance to change the common rules
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| Free from any mistakes I have made in the past
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| There’s no guilt resting in my conscience
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| It’s hope and minions, backing me up
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| And I can’t escape
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| A wall of bricks blocks my escape
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| No route outside of this mess
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| Which I can not escape
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| Can’t escape
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| I can’t escape
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| I can not escape
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| I can not escape
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| A wall of bricks blocks my escape
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| Only route outside leads through thousand deaths
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| Every sacrifice worth a free world
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| Every sacrifice worth a free world
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| Worth a free world
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| Swallow down the fear, I won’t choke on
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| Great-hearted, with no fright
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| I’m prepared for the fight of my whole life
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| The time is gone
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| The time has come
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| I’m growing back
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| I’m growing strong
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| Onto my seat
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| Onto my throne
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| Which was made for kings
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| The time is gone
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| The time has come
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| I’m growing back
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| I’m growing strong
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| Onto my seat
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| Onto my throne
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| Made for kings
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| I came here to rule
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| Sword high to the sky
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| If my will not shared
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| I’ll reject you till death
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| The time is gone
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| The time has come
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| I’m growing back
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| I’m growing strong
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| Onto my seat
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| Onto my throne
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| I’m growing back, onto my seat
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| Made for kings, made for me
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| To rule and control this land by me
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| For long enough I have suffered the path of life
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| The time is gone, the time has come
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| I’m on my seat, I’m on my throne
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| Now I’m resting on my throne
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| Crown in my hand
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| Crown in my hand
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| Crown in my hand |