Black Shyed

Blame it on her highness
Who imagines she is king
Blame it on the emperor
Who thinks that he is king

Let there be no other
Holier than this
Thing that we cherish
And crave like the wind
And the sea

So save me from the rocks on the shore
Of the sea and save me from
Her highness who protects me from the truth



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Powell
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