| Cards come tumbling down
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| Who shall strike the crown?
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| For a queen, finds a rook, not a fairy tale, not a book
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| And the kings of old, have their stories told, long ago
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| Just read their lips, they’d be anywhere with anyone else
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| Just to hold their throne
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| So you fill their veins with anything from A to H
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| Just to hold their throne
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| Cards come tumbling down
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| Who shall strike the crown?
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| For a queen, finds a rook, not a fairy tale, not a book
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| And the kings of old, have their stories told, long ago
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| I don’t want her
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| And the kings of old have their stories told long ago
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| Open up
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| Open up, it’s just a game
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| Close your eyes
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| It won’t change
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| Open up, it’s just a game
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| Close your eyes
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| It won’t change
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| Cards come tumbling down
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| Who shall strike the crown?
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| For a queen finds a rook, not a fairy tale, not a book
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| And the kings of old, have their stories told, long ago
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| I don’t want her
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| And the kings of old, have their stories told, long ago |