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Everytime I sing this song an old man somewhere wrings his hands in sad frustration,
will he never learn
His tarry lungs can’t feel the air, can’t taste his ashen solace, but he knows this fire,
He let it burn.
And so will I, once more.

A mother births a grateful child and hopes that he will learn to love his happiness,
or at least to say he’s tried.
But nature has her way with us, and my poor brother is
not immune to providence, he gives his hands away

it’s the same way we all have felt,
this poor petty pity of self.
The willing watch lust, so insatiable, teething on our pride forever

There’s the castle, There’s the King, and Look, He’s lost His Wedding Ring:
All the World will have to Suffer.
Search the Forest, Search the Grounds, Don’t let Them rest until It’s found:
All the World will have to Pay.
But not me.

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it’s the same way we all have felt,
this poor petty pity of self.
The willing watch lust, so insatiable, teething on our pride forever

The palace halls ring deadly quiet and all because of You,
In your abandonment, you cut their throats, you fool.

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from Hans my Lion, released March 15, 2011

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