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[alterin]

many's the day i took for granted breathing the air that silenced some as the north wind blew with it's head of thunder beatings its breast with aa war wrenched song bathe awhile awash in slumber cry what's left to sleep where you dream of the love you left forever but pity no more nor grieve for we're the kings of it all from the day we were born now we're the kings of the kilburn high! sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup your empty glass is but a tear filled eye were were the kings of the kilburn high!