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Liberte |
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Egalite |
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Fraternite |
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Queeles belles idees |
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La tyrannie du peuple |
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He once fed the scaffold |
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On revolution square |
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But now the crowds cackle |
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At his skull shaved bare |
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At his shirt torn and bloody |
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From the bullet in his jaw |
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At his hands worn and muddy |
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From years burying the law |
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The reign of terror |
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Will fade into lore |
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With the king of errors |
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Head on the floor |
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Uneasy lies the head |
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That wears the crown |
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They called him "incorruptible" |
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The prince of anarchy |
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But all men grow tryannical |
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At the reins of liberty |
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The guillotine is power |
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It's steel depicts rage |
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Blood rains down in showers |
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When democracy's a cage |
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The reign of tower |
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Will fade into lore |
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With the king of errors |
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Head on the floor |
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Uneasy lies the head |
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That wears the crown |
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He tries to speak his final words |
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But his mouth drips off its hinge |
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The flesh, ravaged by the birds |
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Makes even soldiers cringe |
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On a plank his body's laid |
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The wood dampened by his fear |
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The lever's pulled, a falling blade |
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And all the people cheered |