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We told our king to meet us |
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We'd wait there in the rain |
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He had a lot to give for us |
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Had a lot to sing, to sing |
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Tables full of promises |
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Promised for a tale |
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So we told for our lives |
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Obeyed to his will, his will |
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Rosen rosebud, Rosy, Rosy mine |
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Rosen rosebud, Rosy, Rosy mine |
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Try to catch the scream, the scream of the butterfly |
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Rosen rosebud, Rosy, Rosy mine |
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Try to catch the scream, the scream of the butterfly |
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While waiting |
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He caught us by surprise |
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He gave away our promises |
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Full of butterflies |
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Will you come |
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It hurts there in the rain |
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You have lots of burning castles |
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We have a burning will |
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I can see you downstairs, hiding in the darkness |
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Wheezing miserably in anxiety |
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I cannot see, I cannot see |
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I'm shivering, freezing |
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Suffering, bleeding |
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I'm whispering, crying |
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My silent scream |
