| I had a king in a tenement castle
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| Lately he’s taken to painting the pastel walls brown
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| He’s taken the curtains down
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| He’s swept with the broom of contempt
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| And the rooms have an empty ring
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| He’s cleaned with the tears
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| Of an actor who fears for the laughter’s sting-
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| I can’t go back there anymore
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| You know my keys won’t fit the door
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| You know my thoughts don’t fit the man
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| They never can they never can
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| I had a king dressed in drip-dry and paisley
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| Lately he’s taken to saying I’m crazy and blind
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| He lives in another time
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| Ladies in gingham still blush
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| While he sings them of wars and wine
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| But I in my leather and lace
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| I can never become that kind —
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| (CHORUS)
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| I had a king in a salt-rusted carriage
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| Who carried me off to his country for marriage too soon
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| Beware of the power of moons
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| There’s no one to blame
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| No there’s no one to name as a traitor here
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| The king’s on the road
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| And the queen’s in the grove till the end of the year-
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| (CHORUS) |