The Romanovs - The King | Текст песни

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• The Romanovs
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Look no more,
Only the weak use their eyes
But I, I will teach you right

Come with me, come inside;
Spread your sails, shed your pride
And don t mind those salty sips
That drag you down

You ll just be gone and I ll
Sing on and on
And on and on and on to capture the next one:

Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I ve laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!

An addict to my tones,
You will drink me til you say when,
And then you ll have to drink some more:

You ll love me like the devil loves
To drink his water laced with wine,
But you won t, like him, be called an angel
When you fall:

You ll just be gone and I ll
Sing on and on
And on and on and on to capture the next one:

Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I ve laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!

One day I ll be conquered by a wily voice and eyes
And my tomb will be the stage where
Great cities rise;

And the queen will be dead, long live the queen;
And the queen will be dead, long live the queen;

Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I ve laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!

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