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I'm on my way towards a better world
and I've fabled the dream of you
I don't care what you've seen or heard
I know that those word I said was true
You figured it out, all by yourself
now there is no comming back
I've got a dream I can tell myself
in the night when it's me I rack
Through tunnels of light
and mirrors of change
Freedom is the word I say
The King won't return.
I get so boored in this town,
I get so lost in my thoughts
By now you're love I need
I'm afraid my tears will never drought
and that my wounds will continue bleed
In this city of light, the city of gold
I still see some frags of you
The mountain above where we were told
that your love where the thing I knew
Through tunnels of fights
and mirror of shame
abundance is the word I feel
The King will abdicate.
I get broken by you, drowned by you
and this is the words you get.
I rather be broke and allowed to grow
than hear that you will forget
With the stars beyond and the moon above
I dream that I feel your heath
You've labeled my sense and my love
it's you who see me from underneath
Through tunnels of light
and mirrors of change
Freedom is the word I say
The King won't return.
the king won't return
- thörnvall
and I've fabled the dream of you
I don't care what you've seen or heard
I know that those word I said was true
You figured it out, all by yourself
now there is no comming back
I've got a dream I can tell myself
in the night when it's me I rack
Through tunnels of light
and mirrors of change
Freedom is the word I say
The King won't return.
I get so boored in this town,
I get so lost in my thoughts
By now you're love I need
I'm afraid my tears will never drought
and that my wounds will continue bleed
In this city of light, the city of gold
I still see some frags of you
The mountain above where we were told
that your love where the thing I knew
Through tunnels of fights
and mirror of shame
abundance is the word I feel
The King will abdicate.
I get broken by you, drowned by you
and this is the words you get.
I rather be broke and allowed to grow
than hear that you will forget
With the stars beyond and the moon above
I dream that I feel your heath
You've labeled my sense and my love
it's you who see me from underneath
Through tunnels of light
and mirrors of change
Freedom is the word I say
The King won't return.
the king won't return
- thörnvall
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