I'll never call it home again
Chest full of air
Hot tempered malice to spare
Eyes on the throne
Glory to the one and all
King of all days
Go and tell someone
It's all on you
Wisdom to spare
Ransom notes full of flare
Love full of care
Hair full of flowers and feathers
Held back all the control
Take back all the words
Kiss me, or do you dare
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