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confessions of a king


So I ran with the devil
Left a trail of excuses,
Like a stone on the water,
The elements decide my fate,
Watch it go..."bling".

How do you know that you're right?
If you're not nervous anymore...
It's not so bad, it's not so bad...

I feel my vision slipping in and out of focus,
But I'm pushing on for that horizon,
I'm pushing on,
Now I've got the blowing wind against my face

Higher and higher,
We're gonna take it,
Down to the wire,
We're gonna make it,
Out of the fire,
Higher and higher.

It ain't hard to hold,
When it shines like gold,
You'll remember me.


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