The King

His crown lid up the way as we moved slowly 

Pass the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind. 

Though far away, though far away, though far away 

We're still the same, we're still the same, we're still the same. 

Howling ghost they reappear 

In mountains that are stacked with fear 

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart. 

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