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Once upon a time,
In a land real far away.
There was a king...
A king.
His people had a name,
That they'd have scribbled on their walls,
His name was Blackout.
He was a king.
One day he told his village,
To wait and stay and pray.
That hed return someday.
A better man someday.
Nothing could stop him now,
Not his stupid fucking crown,
Not his tears that hit the ground,
Behind him.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
A journey isn't always,
Something that you do for fun.
A treasure map, a pirate ship.
A gold dubloon for everyone.
No this adventure sucked,
Not a nice way to be put.
His pride he could not hide,
Didn't matter if he should.
He was just a lonely man.
Doing what lonely men can,
To hold their own,
Before they're overthrown.
Doing what you have to,
To make yourself happy.
Blackout needed someone new,
A woman.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
He called her his number one,
They did nothing but have fun.
They fucked and drank boose,
Boose.
She took all he had ever earned,
She broke his metaphoric heart.
That's okay he said,
Never liked you from the start.
Blackout found himself,
Crying in a bar,
He had no cash,
And a heart full of scars.
A girl walked in.
He saw a girl walk in.
She took a stool,
A stool.
She wasn't just,
Any old girl.
She was a woman,
A woman.
Blackout got to his feet,
Threw his shotglass on the ground,
He said baby,
Baby turn my life around.
She looked him in the eyes,
With passion and surprise,
She slapped him,
She jerked him all around.
He took a walk outside the bar,
Said to a man "Know where we are?"
Man said Blackout,
This is Blackout.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
The king had grown old,
Not quite what he'd been told.
Aging doesn't quit,
For heroes.
The path he walked today,
Was one he beat himself.
The years have worn you well,
He told it.
What he'd left,
He'd now found.
He was greeted by a crowd,
The loved him.
He gaped upon their faces,
This group had no spaces.
Deep down he knew somehow,
That his time was now.
He fell to his knees,
With all the "Ahhs" and "Eees"
He saw a woman,
His woman.
She flew into the crowd,
Placed a finger on his brow.
He didn't make sound,
Not a sound.
So he breathed his final breath,
With her hands around his neck.
He loved her,
She loved him.
Him...
In a land real far away.
There was a king...
A king.
His people had a name,
That they'd have scribbled on their walls,
His name was Blackout.
He was a king.
One day he told his village,
To wait and stay and pray.
That hed return someday.
A better man someday.
Nothing could stop him now,
Not his stupid fucking crown,
Not his tears that hit the ground,
Behind him.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
A journey isn't always,
Something that you do for fun.
A treasure map, a pirate ship.
A gold dubloon for everyone.
No this adventure sucked,
Not a nice way to be put.
His pride he could not hide,
Didn't matter if he should.
He was just a lonely man.
Doing what lonely men can,
To hold their own,
Before they're overthrown.
Doing what you have to,
To make yourself happy.
Blackout needed someone new,
A woman.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
He called her his number one,
They did nothing but have fun.
They fucked and drank boose,
Boose.
She took all he had ever earned,
She broke his metaphoric heart.
That's okay he said,
Never liked you from the start.
Blackout found himself,
Crying in a bar,
He had no cash,
And a heart full of scars.
A girl walked in.
He saw a girl walk in.
She took a stool,
A stool.
She wasn't just,
Any old girl.
She was a woman,
A woman.
Blackout got to his feet,
Threw his shotglass on the ground,
He said baby,
Baby turn my life around.
She looked him in the eyes,
With passion and surprise,
She slapped him,
She jerked him all around.
He took a walk outside the bar,
Said to a man "Know where we are?"
Man said Blackout,
This is Blackout.
Blackout's just another name,
For how every lover feels,
When they love like everything,
And get back nothing.
The king had grown old,
Not quite what he'd been told.
Aging doesn't quit,
For heroes.
The path he walked today,
Was one he beat himself.
The years have worn you well,
He told it.
What he'd left,
He'd now found.
He was greeted by a crowd,
The loved him.
He gaped upon their faces,
This group had no spaces.
Deep down he knew somehow,
That his time was now.
He fell to his knees,
With all the "Ahhs" and "Eees"
He saw a woman,
His woman.
She flew into the crowd,
Placed a finger on his brow.
He didn't make sound,
Not a sound.
So he breathed his final breath,
With her hands around his neck.
He loved her,
She loved him.
Him...