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Royal Courts (Great Misfortune)
Portraits of Tracy
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Strike your matches, honey, here I come
You're gonna burn
Send your wishes right up to the sun
(To the sun, to the sun, to the sun, to the sun)
Now I come for your love
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If you wish to run, it's okay 'cause two can play this game
Hide behind the halls of rock and sand, and I'd still trace steps to your way
And on and on, you've heard the stories time and time again
How they start their day and forget to pray
Huh, what a shame
I've lived amongst the troubadours, in royal courts, we sang
Along I sent a great misfortune, and you call it the plague
I was even there with Judas when he dealt Jesus his fate
And you know my name but not my face
Now I say
Strike your matches, honey, here I come
You're gonna burn
Send your wishes right up to the sun
Now I've come for your love
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Run along all you want, the difference is the same
A game of cat and mouse I'll play
No, you can't avoid fate
Off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head now, off with your head now
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head, off with your head
Off with your head now, off with your head now
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