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My master's at the table
His heart is made of steel
I sit and watchhim banging on
About his sex appeal

To him I'm just a maiden
Without the right to fight
I secretly despise him
Still I play the humble wife

Do I have the patience of a saint to wait like this
So you think I'm thick enough to tolerate your shit
Maybe I guess I did
Bent on the fairytale of your kiss
But who was I to blame
Every story taught me this

I had the spirit of a soldier
Until the day you took the kill
So now you call me mad
That's a convenient way to make me kneel
To a man who's a monster
And takes control of the battlefield
So you call yourself a conqueror
You're only strong when I'm your shield

I don't have the patience of a saint to wait like this
So you think I'm thick enough to tolerate your shit
Maybe I guess I did
Bent on the fairytale of your kiss
But who was I to blame
Every story taught me this

I pulled the sword from the stone
At the brink of death I came and rose
To see I was free
Amongst the fields of green
Now Excalibur is mine to keep

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