| Who can tell the nightmare from the dream?
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| Whom to believe, whom to mistrust
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| People rarely say the things they mean
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| Driven by greed, religion or lust
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| To secure the royal future of the state
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| It’s best to read the neutral hands of fate
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| Soldiers and cardinals, servants and maids
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| All are keeping their hidden agenda
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| They seem to be loyal, but may in effect
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| Just be traitors in disguise
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| So where can you go when you’re left on your own
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| And there’s nobody to rely on
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| The spirits rule in pagan’s paradise
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| People say that gallantry serves me best
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| Flatter none but your foes, pretend to be nice
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| What’s really on my mind can’t be assessed
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| As I ally myself with men of despise
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| The only way to win is to divide
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| I deal the cards, know how to play them right
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| Soldiers and cardinals, servants and maids
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| All are keeping their hidden agenda
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| They seem to be loyal, but may in effect
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| Just be traitors in disguise
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| So where can you go when you’re left on your own
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| And there’s nobody to rely on
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| The spirits rule in pagan’s paradise
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| Soldiers and cardinals, servants and maids
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| All are keeping their hidden agenda
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| They seem to be loyal, but may in effect
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| Just be traitors in disguise
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| So where can you go when you’re left on your own
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| And there’s nobody to rely on
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| The spirits rule in pagan’s paradise
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| End |