The lion's Roar

First Aid Kit

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Mesures à 3 temps : 2 temps | 1 temps Intro : Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook The fact that they've been blindly deceived By those who preach and pray and teach But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And, oh, how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to | | Do | | Well, I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable That I could read you just like a book For now I can only guess what's coming next By examining your timid smile And the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'Round And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me seeking out and searching for you And I never really knew what to | | Do | | | | Sometimes I wish I could find my Rosemary Hill I'd sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I'd sing And every once in a while I'd sing a song for you That would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea And if I wanted it to it would lead you back to | | Me And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Is something that I have heard before A children's tale, the lonesome wail of a li-i-ion's roar | | | | | |

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