Ramin Djawadi — Rains in Castamere

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And who are you, the proud lord said,
     Gm            C
that I must bow so low,
F      C        F         C
Only a cat of a different coat,
        Gm             A
that's all the truth I know.
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In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
  Gm             C
a lion still has claws,
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And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
    Gm                Dm
as long and sharp as yours.
    Dm               A     
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
     Dm      A
that Lord of Castamere,
    Bb                 Gm 
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
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with no and not a soul to hear.