| Watch you mash your hair and shield your eyes
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| Dress yourself, rehearse, you fix your smile
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| The darkest night, the whitest moon
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| Leave the door ajar in case you try
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| Wrap my arms around the thought inside
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| That you’ll be king, you’ll be king
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| You’ll be king of all my empty spaces
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| All the lonely places that I’ve gathered for your throne
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| A house of cards I’ve come to call our home
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| In need of hands to build, to grow
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| You’ll be king
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| I fix my hair, you touch my cheek that way
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| This fever burning like the summer rays
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| And you’ll be king, you’ll be king
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| You’ll be king of all my empty spaces
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| All the lonely places that I’ve gathered for your throne
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| A house of cards I’ve come to call our home
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| In need of fans to build, to grow
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| You were leading me on, you were bringing me down
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| Everything that I am could never have been
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| We have been here before, left behind what we found
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| Only able to see what you were chasing down
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| You were leading me on, you were leading me on
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| You’re just leading me on
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| You’ll be king of all my empty spaces
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| All the lonely places that I’ve gathered for your throne
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| A house of cards I’ve come to call our home
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| In need of hands to build, to grow
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| And you’ll be king, you’ll be king
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| You’ll be king, you’ll be king |