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Excalibur

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  • You drew me from this stone,
    You pulled me out and up
    And now, I'm yours to wield
    But please don't use me for your hate, or you'll cause me to break
    See a lake-lady take me away
    Don't fear the hands of men,
    I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
    Just keep your hand on the hilt
    When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm.
    It's a gleam that's reflected
    From strength inside you
    Round table time again
    Confer with your secret selves,
    Your heart is in search of grails,
    Grails I can't give to you,
    No sword can help you to.
    Cut Guinevere-like desires away,
    When you want more than a crown,
    When you want a sword that sings
    I'm wrapped up in a shroud
    And tucked into a box
    But my edge is getting dull
    And my polish growing thin
    When you want more than a crown,
    When you want a sword that sings
    I'm wrapped up in a shroud
    And tucked into a box
    But my edge is getting dull
    And my polish growing thin
    For me there is no war to win
    And though
    I felt good in your hands
    And though
    I understand
    See a lake-lady take me away...
  • You drew me from this stone,
    You pulled me out and up
    And now, I'm yours to wield
    But please don't use me for your hate, or you'll cause me to break
    See a lake-lady take me away
    Don't fear the hands of men,
    I'll swing and steal their skin and their blood.
    Just keep your hand on the hilt
    When you are cold let my gleam keep you warm.
    It's a gleam that's reflected
    From strength inside you
    Round table time again
    Confer with your secret selves,
    Your heart is in search of grails,
    Grails I can't give to you,
    No sword can help you to.
    Cut Guinevere-like desires away,
    When you want more than a crown,
    When you want a sword that sings
    I'm wrapped up in a shroud
    And tucked into a box
    But my edge is getting dull
    And my polish growing thin
    When you want more than a crown,
    When you want a sword that sings
    I'm wrapped up in a shroud
    And tucked into a box
    But my edge is getting dull
    And my polish growing thin
    For me there is no war to win
    And though
    I felt good in your hands
    And though
    I understand
    See a lake-lady take me away...