Kings

Runnin' with all of my brothers I always wondered how far we could go If we could break through the ceiling above us There'd be no point of us looking below We could be free We could be free Finally We could be free I've been through the darkest of caves and suffered One hundred steps off the end of the road Painted with passion, my favorite color Hope I'm alive when this story gets old We could be free We could be free Finally We could be free I ain't at home Home's where I'm going I close my eyes to see I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain And make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king Lost in a world full of none believers Searching for smoke in a still water pond A nothing king, they called a dreamer This is my life and I call it a song We could be free We could be free Finally We could be free I ain't at home Home's where I'm going I close my eyes to see I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain And make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king Kicked through the shackles Broke through the chains There's no oppression There's no one to blame but you Kicked through the shackles Broke through the chains There's no oppression There's no one to blame but you I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king I ain't at home Home's where I'm going I close my eyes to see I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain And make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king I said whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Make myself a king Make myself a king

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