| Like a jester at the ball
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| Rub my shoulders with the kings
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| And I was draped in gold and velvet
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| Bathing in applause
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| While I was jumping through the rings
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| And then the cooks would sound a bell
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| And all the kings would lick their lips
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| But I couldn’t find a placemat
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| The dinner table’s full
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| And there’s no room for me to sit
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Just say you want me, just say you need me
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Does anybody need me?
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| Is every last soul just fucking me over?
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| With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Lord, I live to entertain
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| All my pride is in my praise
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| I hum along with this vibration
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| And hope to God I make it, mmh
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| If any chord that I could strum
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| Made me feel less like a man
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| I’d slam my fingers in the doorway
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| And shatter all the bones
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| So I could never strum again
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Oh, just say you want me, just say you need me
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| For me?
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| Is every last soul just fucking me over?
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| With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Whoa, is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| Oh, just say you want me, just say you need me
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| For me?
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| Whoa, is every last soul just fucking me over?
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| With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
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| For me
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| Is every last soul just fucking me over?
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| With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders
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| Is there anybody out there looking out for me? |