| No man’s a jester playing Shakespeare
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| 'Round your throne room floor
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| While the juggler’s act is danced upon
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| The crown that you once wore
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| And sooner or later
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| Everybody’s kingdom must end
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| And I’m so afraid your courtiers
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| Cannot be called best friends
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| Caesar’s had your troubles
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| Widows had to cry
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| While mercenaries in cloisters sing
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| And the king must die
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| Some men are better staying sailors
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| Take my word and go
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| But tell the ostler that his name was
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| The very first they chose
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| And if my hands are stained forever
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| And the altar should refuse me, yeah
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| Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you let me in?
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| Should I cry sanctuary?
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| Caesar’s had your troubles
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| Widows had to cry
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| While mercenaries in cloisters sing
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| And the king must die, yeah!
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| The king must die
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| The king must die, oh, yeah
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| No man’s a jester playing Shakespeare
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| 'Round your throne room floor
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| While the juggler’s act is danced upon
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| The crown that you once wore
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| The king is dead
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| The king is dead
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| The king is dead
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| The king is dead
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| Long live the king |