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You drew me from this stone, |
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You pulled me out and up |
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And now, I'm yours to wield |
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But please don't use me for your hate, or you'll cause me to break |
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See a lake-lady take me away |
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Don't fear the hands of men, |
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I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood. |
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Just keep your hand on the hilt |
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When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm. |
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It's a gleam that's reflected |
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From strength inside you |
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Round table time again |
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Confer with your secret selves, |
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Your heart is in search of grails, |
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Grails I can't give to you, |
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No sword can help you to. |
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Cut Guinevere-like desires away, |
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When you want more than a crown, |
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When you want a sword that sings |
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I'm wrapped up in a shroud |
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And tucked into a box |
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But my edge is getting dull |
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And my polish growing thin |
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When you want more than a crown, |
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When you want a sword that sings |
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I'm wrapped up in a shroud |
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And tucked into a box |
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But my edge is getting dull |
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And my polish growing thin |
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For me there is no war to win |
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And though |
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I felt good in your hands |
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And though |
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I understand |
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See a lake-lady take me away... |