5 7 5 -7 5 7 -8 -7 And who are you, the proud lord said, 5 -8 7 -7 -6 -7 that I must bow so low? 8 8 -9 -8 7 -7 8 -9 -8 Only a cat of a different coat, 8 -9 8 -8 7 -7 that's all the truth I know. 5 5 7 5 -7 5 5 7 -8 -7 In a coat of gold or a coat of red, -7-8 7 -7 -6 -7 a lion still has claws, -7 8 -9 -8 -7 8 -9 -8 And mine are long and sharp, my lord, 8 -9 8 -8 7 -6 as long and sharp as yours. 5 -7 7 -6 7 7 -7 6 And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 5 7 7 -6 7 7-7 that lord of Castamere, 5 -7 7 -6 8 8 -8 -6 But now the rains weep o'er his hall, 7 7 -6 -7 7 -6 with no one there to hear. 5 -7 7 -6 8 8 -8 -6 Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, 7 7 -6 8-8-7 7 -6 and not a s-o-ul to hear.
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