| ThWhen I was a child I made a crown
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| Of silver paper and sticky tape
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| Adorned it with old Christmas things
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| To make a crown fit for a king
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| A secret shared by only me
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| A world adorned in fantasy
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| Ruled by me
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| Rich anf free
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| So smother me in Ambergris
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| Make a perfume out of me
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| Bergamont and Vetiver
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| Put your face in my bouquet
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| Inhale me
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| The dancing marquis
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| School it taught me to be grey
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| To throw all of my dreams away
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| It didn’t have a lot to say to me
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| I never needeed any leson
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| Except the one to put a dress on
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| Don’t need a priest for my confession
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| You’ll see
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| So smother me in Ambergris
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| Make a perfume out of me
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| Bergamont and Vetiver
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| Put your face in my bouquet
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| Inhale me
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| The dancing marquis
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| A snake dance of the seven veils
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| A sailing ship with satin fails
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| A Hermes hat with seagull wings
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| I made a crown fit for a king
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| Didn’t have a care or sorrow
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| Not a thought about tomorrow
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| Never begged or ever barrowed anythyng
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| 'Cause I was king
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| So smother me in Ambergris
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| Make a perfume out of me
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| Bergamont and Vetiver
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| Put your face in my bouquet
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| Inhale me
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| The dancing marquis
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| So smother me in Ambergris
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| Make a perfume out of me
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| Bergamont and Vertiver
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| Put your face in my bouquet
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| Inhale me
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| The dancing marquis |