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Aw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My
So sing
Singing sores make perfect swords
So sing
Singing sores make perfect swords
Singing Swords
Singing Swords
Do dowhip do-do
ever made
John was cool
He never did no after school
Late at night when he praised the Lord
He laid his hands down upon the bloody sword
John, St
Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar
This is King Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw
Fix your
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Aw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My
Who so pulleth out this
Sword from this stone
And anvil, is the true
Born king of all Britain
Upon a new year's day
A host of knights did pray
want to be king
Now, I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign
would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in
battle, fallen grace.
Breaking out of spell
By the chest i claim my final destiny
Rising sword
Waking the sleeping king
Rising sword
For all eternity
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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Long ago in days untold
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens
Pull that sword from your soul kid
Sword from your soul kid
Pull that sword from your soul kid
Sword from your soul kid
Sword from your soul kid
befriend always tears in your eyes.
I am gone, gone with the wind,
I am gone in search of a new king.
Toutes les femmes sont des reines,
Sur terre, sur
Who so pulleth out this
Sword from this stone
And anvil, is the true
Born king of all Britain
Upon a new year's day
A host of knights did pray
Long ago in days untold
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens
the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may
Long ago in days untold
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens
the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may
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