The Rains Of Castamere

One night, I hold on yo u

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yo u

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Castam ere, Castam ere,

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Castam ere, Castam ere

A coat of gold, a coat of red

A li on still has claws

And mine are long and sharp, my Lord

As long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That Lord of Castamere

And now the rains weep o’er his halls

With no one there to hear

Yes, now the rains weep o’er his halls

And not a soul to hear

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