King Diamond - I Am Lyrics
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I Am
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What Are The Lyrics For I Am By King Diamond?
Back in the tomb, Lucy is sitting on the floor
I am, I am standing by the door The door to freedom the door that I shut so close And as I take another look at my mind I seem to think the sun has arrived, no McKenzie you better realize, now it's just you and I Back against the wall McKenzie's on the stone cold floor Hands tied together, nowhere to go for Mr. Mayor The door to freedom the door that I shut so close And as I take another look at my mind I seem to think the sun has arrived This court is now in session You stand accused of child abuse Of stealing innocence and freedom too I am the only Judge, I am the only Jury I am your lawyer too, so tell me what to do What's it gonna be ? Are you guilty or are you guilty! Yes, you just go ahead and cry Back against the wall McKenzie's on the stone cold floor Hands tied together, nowhere to go for Mr. Mayor The door to freedom the door that I shut so close And as I take another look at my mind I seem to think the sun has arrived But oh no, there is no sun here There's only darkness I, the jury and the judge Find you guilty of stealing the innocence of a child And therefore we sentence you to die slowly, die Die die die die die die die |
Who Wrote I Am By King Diamond?
Barry Dean, Gordon Groothedde, Steve Diamond
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What's The Duration Of The I Am By King Diamond?The duration of I Am is 5:50 minutes and seconds. |
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