Lionheart

OLD FOES

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    Open-eyed, I’ve been waiting too long
    Now I'm saying I want my melody
    I'm calling out to the stars
    Come melt down my iron bars
    Crack open my shell set it free

    Shake of the rust shake your hair like a lion’s mane
    Pu's teeth to the world to bite down and carve your name
    Running on lion-heart beautiful, unrestrained
    Hit like a lightning strike to wake up your soul from the grave
    Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one

    Rising and turning then sinking
    And burning without the warmth of a Sun
    Feels like every muscle is pulling you
    To the dirt and pitting you against the clock

    Put your back into it give it all until you do it
    If it’s the last thing that you do, until you die
    Hunters always linger around the den where you lay
    Frothing at the mouth every night and day

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    But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey
    You see the pride and hate me
    But cry while you’re hesitating like a child that has lost their way
    So may those who oppose come to recognize the might of a mind

    Unchained unchained unchained unchained
    Because it ain’t enough to dream and hope the day comes along
    When everybody is dancing while they’re playing your song
    Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you haven’t lost your mind

    Rising and turning then sinking
    And burning to leave all the weight far behind
    Feels like every muscle is pulling you
    To the dirt and pitting you against yourself

    Lion-heart running reigning in the Sun
    And seizing every night and day by the tail
    Hunters always linger around the den where you lay
    Frothing at the mouth every night and day

    But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey
    Wake up to find yourself thinking that maybe you’re not the only one
    Rising and turning then sinking
    And burning without the warmth of a Sun
    Feels like every muscle is pulling you
    To the dirt and pitting you against the clock

    Put your back into it give it all until you do it
    If it’s the last thing that you do, until you die
    Hunters always linger around the den where you lay
    Frothing at the mouth every night and day
    But the fool who hunts the king becomes the prey

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    Composición: Kyle Rigsby

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