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The Man Who |
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Would Be King |
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Bless me father |
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I must go away |
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To save us from the one's who don't believe |
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Confess me father |
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I have sin but maybe |
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Angels really sing |
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Fot the man who would be king |
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We laugh at your religion |
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You people of the sand |
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We have no superstition |
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You can read it in our hands |
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Forgive me father for the change we bring |
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But it's all for the man who would be king |
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Don't leave a body standing |
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Not the holy not the small |
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Deliver us from evil |
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If it's yours we want it all |
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Lately father |
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I've been wondering |
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Is the devil just the man who would be king |
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How can right be ever wrong |
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We are glory we are stronger than you |
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We never got an answer |
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But it's just too late to ask |
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The bloody flag was waving |
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And our hearts just ran too fast |
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Curse me father for the chains we bring |
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And don't believe the man who would be king |
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We never got an answer |
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Cause the question slipped my mind |
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I've been so busy killing |
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That I haven't found the right time |
