The Grey King and the Silver Flame Attunement

In the secret caverns underneath West Covina
 Half desperate for peace
 With the surface dwellers
 But coming to no conclusions
 And now we emerge
 Sky grey and misty
 
 The Grey King in his new pontiac
 
 Some of us warm to the effort
 Trying to get out shapes back
 Teeth filed down to fine points
 Framework too tight
 Strain at the joints
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 And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
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 I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
 I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
 
 I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
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 Load into the Grand AM
 Doomed sailors
 Born high by the waves
 Wild with wonder
 Leather and lace and good friends
 Most of them good
 Most of them friendly
 
 The Grey King at the rail sparks flying
 Three others in the car with him
 Scared of dying
 All eyes on the front seat
 Assuming his form
 Reborn in the heat
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 And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
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 I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
 I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore
 
 I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore