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Give me the sharpest blade |
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So I can gratify my heart and my flesh |
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I forced you to love me |
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I forced you to believe me |
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A certain lover |
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you hide a silver knot among my rags |
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And an endless road for this exanimate man |
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I don't want servants |
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no strong legionaries |
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Take my first born |
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My most precious jewels |
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My wisest advice |
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I could give you my head and my strongest weapons |
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But may I grant the ever worst will of mine |
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Just for this filthy Instant |
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I want it now |
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My kingdom for a horse my love |
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My kingdom for your last breath |
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This the last will of a man |
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Who lost freedom and power |
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My kingdom for a horse my love |
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My kingdom for your last breath |
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This is the last will of a blind man |
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Who fought the most cruel god |
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I should know the streets I'm walking On |
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or the ones I never walked |
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I would want to obey your orders for once |
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I'll the be the wicked one |
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When you'll ask for pity |
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I'll be the most ridiculous clown |
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When you will ask me for justice |
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Ask me how I can let my kingdom sink For a moment |
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for a moment in your smell |
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There's a man who tells his story |
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And I should tell you mine |
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I should feel ashamed for not having ever done It |
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I should lay down and flatten out the vague borders |
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And the doubts of my useless life |
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I'm too old for being doubtful |
