[It was rough-- and he was piecing together memories that shouldn't be his, but simultaneously felt more right than anything this glitzy, rockstar wonderland could offer.
Picking up the tempo, the melody grew more harsh and agitated as if it were a storm blowing in from over the sea.]
Except that's now how the story played One of the sons, his brothers betrayed Vengeance and rage left his heart full of hate-- And it was over this that he cursed his very fate Now there is no country and there is no king And it's this message alone for which I will sing:
There will come a time when we meet again And at that time you'll learn of true pain For desperation and loneliness are a part of the deal; It's the only way we know that our lives are real.
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Picking up the tempo, the melody grew more harsh and agitated as if it were a storm blowing in from over the sea.]
Except that's now how the story played
One of the sons, his brothers betrayed
Vengeance and rage left his heart full of hate--
And it was over this that he cursed his very fate
Now there is no country and there is no king
And it's this message alone for which I will sing:
There will come a time when we meet again
And at that time you'll learn of true pain
For desperation and loneliness are a part of the deal;
It's the only way we know that our lives are real.