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Intro :
Now the p ale morning s ings of f orgotten t hings
She plays a t une for those who w ish to overl ook
The fact that they'v e been blindl y deceived
By t hose who preach and pray and teach
But s he falls short and the n ight explodes in l aughter
But don't you c ome here and s ay I did n't warn y ou
About the w ay your w orld can a lter
And, oh, h ow you t ry to comm and it all s till
Every s ingle time it all shifts one w ay or the o ther
And I'm a g oddamn c oward, but then ag ain so are y ou
And the l ion's r oar, the l ion's r oar
Has me ev ading and h oller ing for y ou
And I n ever r eally k (Tacet)new what to
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Well, I g uess somet imes I wish you were a l ittle more pred ictable
That I could read you j ust like a b ook
For n ow I can o nly guess w hat's coming n ext
By ex amining your timid smile
And the w ays of the o ld, old w (Tacet)inds blowing you back
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And I'm a g oddamn c oward, but then ag ain so are y ou
And the l ion's r oar, the l ion's r oar
Has me seeking out and s earc hing for y ou
And I never r eally k (Tacet)new what to
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Sometimes I w ish I c ould find my R osem ary Hill
I 'd sit there and l ook at t he deserted l akes and I'd s | ing
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And every o nce in a w hile I'd s ing a song for y ou
That would r ise above the m ountains and the s tars and the s ea
And if I w (Tacet)anted it to it would lead you back to
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And the l ion's r oar, the l ion's r oar
Is s omething that I have h eard be fore
A c hildren's t ale, the l onesome w ail o f a l i-i-i on's r oar
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