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Wicked Days
Hey come awayWhat see my eyesIll thoughts on my mindThese bitter daysWe move undercoverAs crowds deliverThe crown to the foul and the dumbDay come againPray save my sonFrom the trench and the gunThese wicked daysThe masses are cradled and fedThey've long lost the use of their headsWe are fading fastOur numbers are failing at lastSo let's kill the king once againSpeak not againKnow you my heartAs we stand worlds apartThese troubled days
From Letras Mania