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It's the never-ending sound |
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of the passion that he found |
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A song of gold |
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A song of greed |
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A note for every need |
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Heedless to the chorus |
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of others left to bleed |
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I'm not waiting for his call |
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'cause his kingdom's gonna fall |
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It's the never-ending sound |
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of the passion that he found |
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I believe what I've been told |
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If he's cut, he's bleeding cold |
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It's the never-ending melody |
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A singing lust for victory |
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I'm not waiting for his call |
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'cause his kingdom's gonna fall |
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I don't hear |
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Hear his his call |
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I know I'll see |
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his kingdom fall |
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It's the never-ending sound |
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of his fortune turning 'round |
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He feels his power crumble |
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There's no one left to trust |
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He looks around in wonder |
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His heart it turns to dust |
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I'm not waiting for his call |
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'cause his kingdom's gonna fall |
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I don't hear |
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Hear his his call |
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I know I'll see |
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his kingdom fall |
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No, I don't hear |
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Hear his his call |
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I know I'll see |
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his kingdom fall |
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'cause his kingdom's gonna fall |
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I don't hear |
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Hear his his call |
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I know I'll see |
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his kingdom fall |
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No, I don't hear |
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Hear his his call |
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I know I'll see |
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his kingdom fall |
