it beckons to us all
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sometimes we cannot hide
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it beckons us inside
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open the door, a knock so pure
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in comes the seraphim
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teach me things, I already know
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filled with adrenalin
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cut him down, yet he grows back
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and makes my blood sing
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it beckons to us all
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sometimes we cannot hide
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the most unusual thing
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the once and future king
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wide open the door, a knock for sure?
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in comes the seraphim
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leave me things I don't need
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like a life to begin
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cuts me down, cut, cut
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in comes the new king
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it beckons to us all
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sometimes we cannot hide
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the most familiar thing
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the once and future king
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The Once And Future King
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| Cadaverous Condition |
