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There are some who are born distinguished |
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There are some who are raised in praise |
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But me I was always the last in line |
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A blot in my father’s gaze |
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No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face |
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No skill or savvy with a sword |
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But this game we all play is won in wily ways |
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And sly is this littlest lord |
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Cruel tricks of romance |
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Degraded by their spite |
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You snub your cub too many times |
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You just might feel his bite... |
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Beware beware of the words I twist |
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I am small but my reach is long |
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And the ravens black against the winter’s mist |
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Are whispering the half-man’s song |
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Whispering the half man's song... |
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The land is a blooming orchard |
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With fruits so juicy and ripe |
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With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin |
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Play a tune on the half man’s pipe |
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In the arms of a whore I made a promise |
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Sinking deeper into danger every day |
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Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit |
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Molding puppets from their minds of clay |
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I’m no man of honour |
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Myself is my true king |
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But somewhere deep within me |
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The bells of conscience ring |
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Beware beware of the words I twist |
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I am small but my reach is long |
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And the ravens black against the winter’s mist |
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Are whispering the half-man’s song |
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They're whispering the half man's song... |
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Whispering the half man’s song... |
