| I’m just a boy, in rags
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| I would gladly spend my life
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| Carrying her flags
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| From the first time I heard her
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| The sound of her voice
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| And her beauty completely bewitched me
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| I was lost then and there
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| I was given no choice
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| Ever since, there’s been no peace for me
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| You see
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| Music is a princess
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| I’m just a nobody
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| Who’d gladly give his life
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| For her majesty
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| If in dying I’d move her or make her heart stir
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| If I thought for one moment I’d be missed…
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| But extravagant gestures are wasted on her
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| She’s a princess, I’m Oliver Twist
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| Music is a princess
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| I’m just a boy, in rags
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| I’d gladly spend my life
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| Carrying her bags
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| If their weight is much greater than I first supposed
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| I’d remember my oath of allegiance
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| True love is a monarch who won’t be deposed
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| Treason hasn’t a chance
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| Music is a princess
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| I’m just a boy, in rags
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| Music is a princess
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| I will remain unknown
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| Falling asleep at night
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| Dreaming of her throne
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| But her jewels are brighter than my eyes can bear
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| And although she is something to die for
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| I do not have the slipper she’s waiting to wear
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| So my dreams remain dreams nothing more
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| Her jewels are brighter than my eyes can bear
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| Yes, she is something to die for
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| But I don’t have the slipper she’s waiting to wear
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| I’m a boy dressed in rags at her door
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| Music is a princess
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| I’m just a boy, in rags
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| In rags
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| In rags |