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Queen of Recovery

Hudson K

Lyrics

Why would I cling to my own cage
Never to be free
From the folly of a tyrant's reign
It makes no sense to me

Silent Kings... tempting me
And the jester I used to be
Screaming softly... they barely make a sound
I am the queen of recovery

When the echoes of the drums are gone
And the silence draws me near
I'll be searching for the mournful song
That seemed so loud and clear

Silent Kings... tempting me
And the jester I used to be
Screaming softly... they barely make a sound
And the queen of recovery
Dodging rocks in a violent sea
Sailing slowly...

between the lost and found, between the lost and found, between the lost and found

Why would I cling to my own cage
Never to be free
From the folly of a tyrant's reign
It makes no sense to me

All hail the queen 

Between the lost and the found. Find solid ground
Between the lost and the found... Find solid ground...

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