| Your king was just a con-man
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| And the crown you found
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| Was not more than a beggar’s bowl
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| Turned upside down
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| But it’s still intoxicating
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| And you wear it well
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| A halo that could bring the devil
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| Right out of you
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| Electric throne it gets me high
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| (To hang you high)
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| A beggar’s soldier is taking over my mind
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| To hang you high!
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| (Kim Benzie)
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| Your saints were just a signpost
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| Somebody turned around
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| Still wearing the same addiction
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| Turned inside out
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| You break the bones of history
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| You break the speed of sound
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| For not more than a beggar’s bowl
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| Turned upside down
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| (Kim Benzie)
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| Your head and heart become estranged
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| Bodies hanging on the high-road
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| And maybe they, gave you away
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| And left you hanging on the high-nail
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| They left you high
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| It left you high
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| And do the pearls of wisdom form a noose?
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| To hang you high
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| To pull the more you move
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| And maybe it gave you away
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| And maybe it gave you away
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| And left you hanging high
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| And maybe it gave you away.
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| Or does the crown wear you?
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| Corrupting hands hold you
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| A devil by your side
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| This cosmonaut
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| Of the soul
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| But are you still wearing the crown?
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| Are you still wearing the crown? |