paroles de chanson Scarlet and Gold - 13th Floor Elevators
He's
a
king,
he's
a
poor
boy,
A
tower
in
a
stream,
See
him
standing
there
so
all
alone
Well
I
guess
he'll
keep
standing
there,
Until
he's
called
for
And
tomorrows
hurricanes
have
blown
Its
his
fate
through
old
Another
story
told
He
found
no
trust
to
call
his
own
His
way
was
lost
His
spirit
was
the
cost,
He
couldn't
make
up
for
the
loan
But
many
brave
men
are
returning,
Back
to
the
place
where
it
began
And
all
our
tires
are
still
burning,
When
the
devils
faults
lay
parching
in
the
sands
And
the
nightman
is
waiting
at
the
station,
Gathered
on
the
steps
one
by
one
I
suggest,
that
you
make
a
reservation,
Before
all
these
things
are
done
Upon
high
the
blues
His
life
was
filled
with
pain
When
he
heard
the
news
He
lost
a
line
in
vain
Someone
went
for
word
His
house
went
up
in
flames
They
didn't
need
the
smoke
To
show
the
cops
the
blame
All
your
secrets
They've
all
been
told
Playing
in
your
Scarlet
and
your
Gold
He's
a
king,
he's
a
poor
boy,
A
tower
in
a
stream,
See
him
standing
out
there
so
all
alone
Well
I
guess
he'll
keep
standing
there,
Until
he's
called
for
And
tomorrows
hurricanes
have
blown
But
many
brave
men
are
returning
Back
to
the
place
where
it
began
And
our
tires
are
still
burning
When
the
devils
faults
lay
parching
in
the
sands
And
the
nightman
is
waiting
at
the
station,
Gathered
on
the
steps
one
by
one
I
suggest,
that
you
make
a
reservation
Before
all
these
things
are
done
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