| He used to own the world
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| He used to be the one
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| Like a hundred hungry dogs in heat
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| On cinnabar and rum
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| Ground and sift and washed it
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| Dried it in the sun
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| But his heart just wouldn’t buy it
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| And his feet began to run
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| He used to be the Owner of the World
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| Now he’s just another man
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| Who used to be the Owner of the World
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| Down an empty highway
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| Past sycamores and oaks
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| Then stopped for seven hours
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| The things he made us do
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| The owner of the world
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| Like always taking more
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| Standing on the beach
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| Or walking out the door
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| He used to be the Owner of the World
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| Now he’s just another man
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| Who used to be the Owner of the World |