| Gather close my friends — Attend to my confusion
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| These thoughts till now have been too far for you to reach
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| Gather close to me — My students of delusion
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| Listen carefully to what I have to teach
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| So finally, you will walk with me — As an equal in the heart of my prophecies
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| No struggle now, and no falling down — No hiding from the attitudes and
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| jealousies
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
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| Then hand in hand, we will make that stand
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| I was once myself, but now I am another man
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| There’s a sense of urgency — Flawed invisibility
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| The negative converge — feel the synchronicity
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| A union of consequence beyond this lost adversary
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
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| There’s nothing more to fear — A question of a few degrees
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| From sane to maniac — We’re feathers on a dying breeze
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| You trust your life to float — Across the gentle ebb and flow
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| And on the random whims — A God that no one really knows
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship…
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| There’s nothing more to fear — A question of a few degrees
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| From care to negligence — In freedom or captivity
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| Perhaps there is a place — Far outside these prison walls
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| Where I may live your life — A cleaner slate, a stronger cause
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
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| So I exist in this fragile equilibrium
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| Which glues the substance of the universe to me
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| The stars they’re falling down, drawn to me in millions
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| Only I can set them free… set them free
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| Set them free! |
| Only I can set them free!
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| You try to live without me by your side
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| You try to live without me now but
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| I will always be there, just a single breath away
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| And I will always be there — I will share your fate again
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me!
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| The King is dead, so worship me — No voices in my head, so worship me! |