| The king he sat in a chair of gold
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| and let life let him be
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| his daughter sat by his side most nights
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| to keep him company
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| the wise man and the alcamist
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| looked over the charts and graphs
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| inconclusive, they’re inconclusive, hopefully this will pass
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| the jester said, i tried to make him laugh
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| The party was thrown for the king that night
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| and they tried to raise the dead
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| the golden chair still occupied
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| by the king’s resting head
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| the daughter danced with the alcamist
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| and of course the wise man spoke
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| the jester said, hey king it’s time for a little joke
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| no response, i think the king is broke
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| some weeks have passed and his subjects have
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| all but given up
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| people were tired of forcing the king
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| to try and live it up
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| the morning sun and the alcamist
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| watched the king make his first move
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| the king stood up, stretched a bit
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| said, i’ve got nothing to prove
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| listen up, i’ve got nothing to prove
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| and i, i just need some time off
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| i need some time off from all of this
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| yeah
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| and i, i just need some time off
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| i need some time off from all of this
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| yeah |