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(
Smith)
King or cripple what have I become?
Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile manwhat made me king can sometimes crippleall that you give can sometimes rob my innocence
Why do you let us walk upon a cliff so steepwhen deep below the sea there lies a bed of goldand if this should be our battle placedon't let me fall, don't let us fallkeep me, keep me, keep me, keep me
I love to hold the hand of one who healed the blindand saw the leper run into your arms of loveking or cripple, they were the same to youyou took a broken man and you treat him like a king
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