| When I was born in my mother’s bed
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| A tear fell down to the breath that I drew
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| We had our family, we had our home
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| Foundations trembled, now it’s dead and gone
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| I was a young man, my gun was clean
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| I hadn’t killed yet, I was unseen
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| Something comes creeping, creeping in
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| I killed my first love, blood on my hands
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| Then I fell like I knew that I was all alone
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| And I looked for the road towards my home
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| I’m a thread from a coat, I was poorly sewn
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| I’m a king but I stand on an empty throne
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| And we’re all running from where we’ve been
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| Our innocence was never seen
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| Something comes creeping, creeping in
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| This could be true love or just another sin
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| 'Cause you make me feel like I’m not alone
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| And you make me feel like I’m coming home
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| I’m a king you’re a queen, let it sing, let it sing
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| I’m a king you’re a queen, let it sing, let it sing |