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When I was born in my mother's bedA tear fell down to the breath I drewWe had our family, we had our homeFoundations trembled, now it's dead and goneI was a young man, my gun was cleanI hadn't killed yet, I was unseenSomething comes creeping, creeping inI killed my first love, blood on my handsThen I fell like I knew that I was all aloneAnd I looked for the road towards my homeI'm a thread from a coat, I was poorly sewnI'm a king but I stand on an empty throneAnd we're all running from where we've beenOur innocence was never seenSomething comes creeping, creeping inThis could be true love, or just another sin(e)Because you make me feel, like I'm not aloneAnd you make me feel like I'm coming homeI'm a king you're a queen, let it sing, let it singI'm a king you're a queen, let it sing, let it sing From Letras Mania