I Met Up With the King


It’s been a hella’ summer.

I met up with the king
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had begun to rot
And he said don’t think less of me
I’m still the same man I used to be
But no one believed him

First Aid Kit* to the rescue.
*Awesome Swedish sister act

Better again.

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