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Look, if you had one ring, of power
That would seize everything you ever wanted - one ring
Would you destroy it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, Sam's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop the ring, but he keeps on forgettin
Why he came to Mount Doom, the whole world goes so loud
He opens his hand, but the ring won't come out
He's chokin, the whole world's ending now
The clock's run out, time's up, over now