| I used to rule these hills so old
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| I used to rule these fiery fields of gold
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| Our wild roar would creep beneath your skin
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| And my bare teeth would shake you deep within
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| But oh, I am no more the king of the southern shores
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| No, I am no more, the King of Cape!
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| I used to sleep beneath a porcelain eye
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| I used to gaze upon the ships gliding by
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| Our wild roar would make the mothers faint
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| And I would stand to peril true and brave
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| But oh, I am no more the king of the southern shores
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| No, I am no more, the King of Cape!
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| Oh, I used to be, will you remember me?
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| Cause I, I used to be the King of Cape! |
| Cape! |
| Cape! |
| Cape!
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| And you did not see me go
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| See me go, see me go
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| And you did not see me go
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| See me go, see me go
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| But oh, I am no more the king of the southern shores
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| No, I am no more, the King of Cape!
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| Oh, I used to be, will you remember me?
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| Cause I, I used to be the King of Cape!
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| And you did not see me go
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| See me go, see me go
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| And you did not see me go
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| See me go, see me go
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| Cape! |
| Cape! |
| Cape! |
| Cape!
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| Oh |