You drew me from this stone,
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You pulled me out and up
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And now, I'm yours to wield
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But please don't use me for your hate,
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or you'll cause me to break
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See a lake-lady take me away
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Don't fear the hands of men,
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I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
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Just keep your hand on the hilt
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When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm.
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It's a gleam that's reflected
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From strength inside you
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Round table time again
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Confer with your secret selves,
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Your heart is in search of grails,
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Grails I can't give to you,
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No sword can help you to.
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Cut Guinevere-like desires away,
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When you want more than a crown,
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When you want a sword that sings
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I'm wrapped up in a shroud
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And tucked into a box
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But my edge is getting dull
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And my polish growing thin
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When you want more than a crown,
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When you want a sword that sings
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I'm wrapped up in a shroud
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And tucked into a box
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But my edge is getting dull
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And my polish growing thin
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For me there is no war to win
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And though I felt good in your hands
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And though I understand
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See a lake-lady take me away...
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Excalibur
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Pain (American Band) |