| You were the first in the ranks of the pharaoh’s army
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| But the oppressor never really had your sympathy
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| Late at night I would slip in the gates
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| You would show me round the gardens of his country estate
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| I would wait, I would wait, you would open every door for me
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| With your skeleton key
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| You were the first in the line of the devil’s sentries
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| But you didn’t take pleasure in the men that he was measuring
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| You would copy all his secrets for me
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| You would leave them in the hollow of the sycamore tree
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| And to think, and to think that you really could have set us all free
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| With your skeleton key
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| You were the first in the line of the new succession
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| But I knew from your confession that you never wanted to succeed
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| You said you’d turn and tear the palaces down
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| In the fires that raged, you would throw in the crown
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| And the gates, let the gates from their hinges swing
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| With your skeleton key
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open
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| You promised me that every door was gonna open |