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Is there a king that can do no wrong |
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When I play my fiddle-will |
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I see you dance |
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The crown that sings its very own song |
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You crack the whip-and |
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I'll break the lance |
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CHORUSYou make me feel so proud and sure |
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You make me feel like an emperor |
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So secure from the familiar |
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Uncommon sense is the great leveller |
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An emperor-we need you |
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An emperor-we need you |
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Best to flatter the devil-than fight him |
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The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin |
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An occupation is as good as land |
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In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand |
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CHORUSEven a speckle of sand |
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Can be dangerous in the right hand |
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Don't want to be no inflexible flake |
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If I'm standing too brittle- |
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I know that |
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I'll break |
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And all the doors- |
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I broke inot |
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And all the doors- |
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I opened for you |
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And lift the hammer-lift the curse |
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I've seen too many crack at the seams |
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The chance to put heaven back on earth |
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I need the wonder of all my wet dreams |
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CHORUSLittle fears keep us in chains |
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And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains |
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Sweet poetry |
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CHORUS------------------------------------------------------- |
