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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 |
