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Many`s the day I took for granted

Breathing the air that sinlenced some

As the North Wind blew

With its head of thunder

Beating its breast with a war drenched 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

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High



Listen to the sound of dead men dying

March as they flee but exiled bound

Their ship once sailed no longer anchors

For gone is the green

And their hallowed gound



Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared



For we`re the kings of it all

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High



Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared



For we`re the kings of it all

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Many`s the day I took for granted

Breathing the air that sinlenced some

As the North Wind blew

With its head of thunder

Beating its breast with a war drenched 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

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High



Listen to the sound of dead men dying

March as they flee but exiled bound

Their ship once sailed no longer anchors

For gone is the green

And their hallowed gound



Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared



For we`re the kings of it all

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High



Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared



For we`re the kings of it all

For 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

We were the kings of the Kilburn High

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