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Have you made your vows today
have you promised her to stay
I have no breath left, no heart left to give



Was she thankful for your words
for the times that you have cursed
You have no chance left, no time left to pray

Are you going down
with your head held high
and your crown still hanging from the willow tree
A king to be
but not for me

I have aged a hundred years
I have shed a thousand tears
I have bowed my head, I have made my bed this way

Are you going down
with your head held high
and your crown still hanging from the willow tree
A king to be
for no one to see
A broken soul
A stack of coal
to me

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