Down in the king's lair

Up in the morning,

Up in the evening,

Picking down talks when the birds get back to me.

Oh, to me.

Up on the mountain,

Down in the king's lair,

Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon.

Oh, afternoon.

We were never welcome here,

We were never welcome here at all.

No.

It's who we are.

Doesn't matter if we've gone too far.

Doesn't matter if it's all okay.

Doesn't matter if it's not our day.

 

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