| I woke up dreaming in Persepolis
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| I felt empowered, I was dazed
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| I ran too far, entrapped like in a maze
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| As I put fire to the flames
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| I was King for a day with the rules inscribed
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| Walls tiled two empires
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| I would offer my pawns as the bishops hide
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| Don’t let them take your hearts away
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| As I call to the space where the fates decide
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| Walls break, lines transpire
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| I returned with my knight through the black and white
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| Don’t let them take your hearts away
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| I had no options, no more moves to make
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| They had me cornered, hear the bell
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| And like an angel she saved me from the shame
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| And the magister of fame
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| I was King for a day with the rules inscribed
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| Walls tiled two empires
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| I would offer my pawns as the bishops hide
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| Don’t let them take your hearts away
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| As I call to the space where the fates decide
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| Walls break, lines transpire
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| I returned with my knight through the black and white
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| Don’t let them take your hearts away
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| I was King for a day with the rules inscribed
|
| Walls tiled two empires
|
| I would offer my pawns as the bishops hide
|
| Don’t let them take your hearts away
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| As I call to the space where the fates decide
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| Walls break, lines transpire
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| I returned with my knight through the black and white
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| Don’t let them take your hearts away |