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THE DRAGON OF OLD
WHEN IS THE DESIRE,
TO, BREATHE FIRE?
TO BURN DOWN THE COUNTY SIDE,
SO, NOTHING FROM YOU CAN HIDE.
NO LIES THAT WERE TOLD,
NO HALF TRUTHS TO HOLD.
YES, JUST LIKE A FLYING DRAGON OF OLD,
DON'T YOU WISH YOU COULD BE THAT COLD?
TO BLOW FIRE ALL OVER THIS LAND,
NOT EVEN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND,
NO JUST THING AS FREE HONEY,
EVERYONE'S HAND IS OUT FOR MONEY.
YES, LOVE COULD NEVER REACH YOU,
NO MATTER, HOW REAL, HOW TRUE.
LIKE THE DRAGON OF OLD,
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE A HEART THAT COLD.
TO, BREATHE FIRE?
TO BURN DOWN THE COUNTY SIDE,
SO, NOTHING FROM YOU CAN HIDE.
NO LIES THAT WERE TOLD,
NO HALF TRUTHS TO HOLD.
YES, JUST LIKE A FLYING DRAGON OF OLD,
DON'T YOU WISH YOU COULD BE THAT COLD?
TO BLOW FIRE ALL OVER THIS LAND,
NOT EVEN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND,
NO JUST THING AS FREE HONEY,
EVERYONE'S HAND IS OUT FOR MONEY.
YES, LOVE COULD NEVER REACH YOU,
NO MATTER, HOW REAL, HOW TRUE.
LIKE THE DRAGON OF OLD,
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE A HEART THAT COLD.
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THE DRAGON OF OLD
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