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The King - Piebald

"The king he sat in a chair of gold and let life let him be. His daughter sat by his side most nights to keep him company. The wise man and the alchemist looked over their charts and graphs, "Inconclusive,"

The Best Is Yet To Come - Carole King

"Hard times, hand to mouth, down and out, all those Hard times But we've seen the seasons turning As we weathered every storm And the climate of our loving Is so tender and so warm And the best is yet"

Restless King - Crom

"The wind calls his name Recounting a story of truth A restless heart is fading away Long forgotten is his youth The trees sway in the whispering wind - A flicker in his eyes As he remembers times of"

Homecoming King - Guster

"On your way to the best years of your life Everyone's banging on their gongs The sooner you leave the sooner you're home Back in Massachusetts To your golden age where they tuck you in at night You didn't"

Guitar King - Hank The Knife & The Jets

"Only eighteen almost grown Tryin' his luck away from home The guitar in his hand won't leave his side The way he plays he should go far One day he'll be a record star And people come from far to watch"

Erl King - Ghost Bees

"Guten Nacht I'll be dead before dawn Kind, mein Sohn I'll be dead before dawn And though your eyes appear wry and withdrawn I'll be dead before dawn I'll be dead before dawn Father! Father! I fear for"

Rain King - Counting Crows

"When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers and all other instruments of faith and sex and God In the belly of a black-winged bird Don't"

Woppi King - Laurel Aitken

"They say, when you die, and after burial, you come like an insect or animal. I hear some people com back as a mule; some come back as a sow, And some come back like a cow. Well, I cant say much about that,"

Shadow King - Venom

"The world we live in is silent lucid liquid change The king appears well afraid aware in all his rage He seeks to tell in unseen terror about poer life and lust The rising power of Baphomet is all that"

Forest King - 3 Inches Of Blood

"Knee deep in the dead of their kind They carry on without seeming to mind Feed off their flesh Larger they grow Persevere through ice wind and snow When metal beasts come crashing through the underbrush Through"

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