take me, take me back to your bed. i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin. i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
well, you're my favourite bird and when you sing. i really do wish that you'd wear my ring. no matter what they say, i'm still the king. and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming.
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