| You got to climb up on your high horses, decide over air
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| You’re the ruler of a void, there is no need to be fair
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| In an invisible robe, sitting on a throne of sand
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| As a real prince of blank, nod to the people and wave with your hand
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| With your back all straight, satisfied that you are right
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| Convinced that it is simple, everything is black or white
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| With your ruler to measure, it always shows in your favor
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| Feeling self-indulgent, the taste is the sweetest of flavors
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
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| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
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| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing
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| In a world of make belief, your word is the law
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| Your voice sounds like thunder, everyone listens in awe
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| You are laying down the rules, on a tablet of stone
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| We bow to your wisdom, adore what you have shown
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
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| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
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| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
|
| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing
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| On your head sits a crown of lead
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| And your life is just days that have fled
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| You are truly the King
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| You are truly a King Of Nothing |