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Those kissing words that come out of your mouth. Sweet promises to break my heart. You talk of love and I begin to trust. I don't know why I'm scared Those kissing words they climb inside my head.
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work is done. (My work is done). Master of lies. King of pain. (King of pain) The mark of the unholy. Hand of doom. See me, crawing slowly. Snake on your lap I am the stalker inside you and I
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, block bleeders. Gold diggers don't stop either. Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it's not needed. Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along. Call me "daddy" from a
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, block bleeders. Gold diggers don't stop either. Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it's not needed. Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along. Call me "daddy" from a
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, block bleeders. Gold diggers don't stop either. Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it's not needed. Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along. Call me "daddy" from a
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Beaster If you hear before you see me. I got King Kong in the trunk. King Kong, King, King, King, King Kong. King, King Kong, King, King, King, King Kong If you hear before you see me. If you
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Mark my words. Don't forget where you are. Don't forget who's the star. Do you think that I'll go far. Mark my words. Don't stop if it's wise. I can see through your eyes. And I've left my
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Oh, whoa, whoa. Ooh (I'm a, I'm a). You can call me, you can call me king. (I'm a king). You can call me, you can call me king. (I'm a, I'm a) You can call me, you can call me king. (I'm a, I'm
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Verse 1 King Princess. Wasted on your love. Wasted on the things you don't remember about yourself. The way you turn me on. It's easy to forget all of the ways you scare me, too, yeah. You come for
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(John Mason Neale, 1818 - 1866; music arranged and adapted by Loreena. Mckennitt). Good King Wenceslas looked out. On the Feast of Stephen. When the snow lay 'round about. Deep and crisp and
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Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King. Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King I'm in love with that woman. I ain't afraid to call her name Lord
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ones. Crying slowly. And sucking on a gun Then comes. The fury of the lullaby. Then comes. The fury of my lullaby Then Do you wear the mark?. Do you wear the mark?. Darlin', darlin'. Do you wear
