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I'm not waiting for a king |
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to rule my mind or anything |
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I don't need your band of gold |
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to take me where I need to go |
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There's an edge to life |
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that will cut you like a knife |
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when you lay your head down. |
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There's a castle of sand |
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that gets kicked in your face |
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to see how easily you'd fall from grace. |
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There's a piece of dust |
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that crumbles in your hand |
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if you decide to lose control. |
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No one can escape |
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when you find out they're fake |
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and you want to take the whole lot down. |
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A simple man |
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Well he could do more |
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But you can only see the traces |
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that have gone before |
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There's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow |
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if you walk the white line. |
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There's a piece of dust that crumbles in your hand |
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if you decide to lose control. |
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There's a castle of sand that gets kicked in your face |
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to see how easily you'd fall from grace. |
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Yes, there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. |
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There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife |
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when you lay your head down. |
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You know you can't escape when you find out they're fake |
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and you want to take the whole lot down. |
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There's no truth in the lie that only angels cry |
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when everybody knows we're all born to die. |
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There's an edge to life that will cut you like a knife. |
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I miss you |
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There's no power that is such a thrill |
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that can make a man or anything. |
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I miss you |