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My first tab. Not sure 'bout chorus. Feel free to correct.
There are sAmome who are born disEmtinguished There are sAmome who are raised in pEmraise But Dmme I was always the lAmast in line A blFot in my Emfather's gAmaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face No skill or savvy with a sword But this game we all play is won in wily ways And sly is this littlest lord
CrBbuel tricks of rAmomance DegrGaded by their sAmpite You snBbub your cub too Ammany times You jGust might feel Bbhis bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist I am small but my reach is long And the ravens black against the winter's mist Are whispering the half-man's song Whispering the half man's song... The land is a blooming orchard With fruits so juicy and ripe With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin Play a tune on the half man's pipe In the arms of a whore I made a promise Sinking deeper into danger every day Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit Moulding puppets from their minds of clay I'm no man of honour Myself is my true king But somewhere deep within me The bells of conscience ring Beware beware of the words I twist I am small but my reach is long And the ravens black against the winter's mist Are whispering the half-man's song They're whispering the half man's song... Whispering the half man's song... By Ohme