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Queen of the rebel spark, child of the silver flame |
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Why did you leave this mark on your reign |
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Playing in a field of fire, dowsed by another's fame |
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But with a simple smile you shouted out a phrase |
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And the gallows sway till the night is through |
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And my thoughts are strange as I leave with you |
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Am I, |
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Am I losing my mind |
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Reverse libido |
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That you're not gonna find |
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Me and you |
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Drinking black champagne under the yellow moon |
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Keys on the chair, do you want me to |
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Chair's on the bed, do you want me to |
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Give up, decide now |
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Bells never ring for your majesty |
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Seems you'll be wearing one of these so |
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Chin up, decide now |
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Well the gallows sway when the king comes through |
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With his muscles grazing everything you do |
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Am I, |
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Am I losing my mind |
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Reverse libido |
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That you're not gonna find |
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Me and you |
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Drinking black champagne under the yellow moon |
