Saruman, the betrayer
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Will miss all the magic and the might
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He's gone astray, he's in the sight
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Of the dark lord.
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He forgot the right way
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'cause he yearned to be like a god
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But now he cries.
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But he will never lose
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The gift he has in his voice
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Which is something he will always use.
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The words he will pronounce
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Will seem full of wisdom
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Who will resist their magic sound?
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The voice of Saruman
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Will bewitch those who hear
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It sounds like the wind blowing the Sand.
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There's a man with a staff
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Walking a short way towards his end
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Towards the realm
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Under the blast
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Of dragon fire.
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That's the game of deceit
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That the wizard's playing with no Trace
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Of that old flame
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That always burned
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Inside of him.
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The words... The voice...
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There are no Gods around
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Ready to appear when he is praying
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They don't believe
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In what he's doing
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They won't be there.
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Banished from everywhere
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Up and down the Middle Earth he'll Roam
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His glory end...
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The Voice Of Saruman
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Lorien |