Royal beggars, royal beggars
Do you, do you, do you wanna
Live forever, live forever?
Alone, alone, alone
'Cos we're broken
All hope is dead
But we're coping
Somebody save our souls
Like a bird in a cage
Trying to fly away
Is this the price that we have to pay?
Overflowing with rage
Yet we still obey
'Cos we're asleep in a hurricane
Bitter lovers, bitter lovers
Let go, let go, let go, 'cos it's
Now or never, now or never
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
'Cos we're choking
And left for dead
But we're coping
Somebody save our souls
Like a bird in a cage
Trying to fly away
Is this the price that we have to pay?
Overflowing with rage
Yet we still obey
'Cos we're asleep in a hurricane
Are you listening?
You may not have noticed
We have totally lost our way
Are you lost in the clouds?
Or can you hold your focus?
It's ourselves that we will betray
Are you listening?
You may not have noticed
We have totally lost our way
Are you lost in the clouds?
Or can you hold your focus?
It's ourselves that we will betray
Like a bird in a cage
Trying to fly away
Is this the price that we have to pay?
Overflowing with rage
Yet we still obey
'Cos we're asleep in a hurricane
We sit on a throne waiting for god to bend the knee
But we're nothing more than royal beggars
But I'm as guilty as the next man
Our eyes are open, but we're not listening
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