| He is very smart Prince
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| He’s a prince who prepares
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| Knowing this time I’d run him,
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| He spread pitch on the stairs.
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| And I’m caught unawares.
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| Well it means that he cares-
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| This is more than just malice
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| Better stop and take Stock
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| while you’re standing here stuck
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| On the steps of the palace.
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| All right what do you want?
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| Have to make a decision.
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| Why not stay here and be caught?
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| Should I give that a thought,
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| What would be his response?
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| But what if he knew
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| Who I am when I know
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| That I’m not what he thinks
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| That he wants?
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| And that what I am?
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| What a prince would envision?
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| But then how can you know
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| Who are you are till you know
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| What I want, which I don’t?
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| So then which do you pick:
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| Where you’re safe, out of sight,
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| And yourself, but where
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| everything’s wrong
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| or where everything’s right
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| But you know that you’ll never belong?
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| And whichever you pick,
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| Do it quick,
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| 'Cause your starting to stick
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| To the steps of the palace.
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| It’s my first big decision,
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| The choice isn’t easy to make.
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| To arrive at the ball
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| Is exciting and all
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| Once you’re there, though it’s scary
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| And it’s fun to decieve
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| When you know you can leave,
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| But you have to wary.
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| There’s alot at stake,
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| But I’ve stalled long enough,
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| 'Cause Im still standing stuck
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| In the stuff on the step.
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| Better run along home
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| and avoid the collision.
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| Even though they don’t care,
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| I’ll be better out there
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| Where there is nothing to choose.
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| So there is nothing to lose
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| So I pry up my shoes.
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| Without thinking it through,
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| Things don’t have to collide,
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| I know what my decision is,
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| Which is not to decide.
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| Ill leave him clue:
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| For example, a shoe.
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| And then see what he’ll do.
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| Now it’s he and not you
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| Who will be stuck with a shoe,
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| In a stew, in the goo,
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| And I’ve learned something too,
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| Something I never knew,
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| On the steps of the palace… |