الكلمات الأصلية
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Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke
You´ll come to your senses or inhale and choke
My iq allows me to brush you aside
You´re zeros and ones, you´re wrong where i´m right
Chorus:
Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
I am going ahead with the reinvention of me
Now the king lies here dead,
Now the king lies here dead
It´s not as wet as the rain or
As cold as the snow
It drives him in hard to the sane
And the simple soul
I take a charge at my chance
You know how it is
Let go of my hand
You know how it is
Chorus
And my iq allows me to brush you aside
Chorus
