Conscience Of Kings (Peel Session)

Pathos is a special gift
It's all I've got to win you with
No excursion from the chosen way
Got no colour, got no creed
Discontent is fuelled by greed
They'll kill you for your raincoat in this town
These may be the finest days we'll ever come to know
You're as cautious as you are reckless, even so

Here in seclusion, close to intrusion
My hope is pinned to her wings
Up there above you, waiting to love you
We'll share the conscience of kings

Our possession's petty's home
Lay the routes, we're free to roam
Squander while our best friends keep loose change
I'm the village idiot aspiring to great things
People love a trier and the hope that his kind brings

Here in seclusion, close to intrusion
My hope is pinned to her wings
Up there above you, waiting to love you
We'll share the conscience of kings

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All I've got to win you with is this
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All I've got to win you with is this
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All I've got, it's all I've got
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