| He never was a child
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| He always was wise
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| He was angry as he was wild
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| To rule the world would be so nice
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| He loved to explore the castle
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| His sister was playing on a rug
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| He felt like a clown
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| And so he reached out for the crown
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| He was the king of the world
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| For all he knew —
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| He could destroy all he wanted
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| And the whole world too
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| See him running in the dark
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| He flees from the yearning in his heart
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| He runs from the feeling in the flood
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| Everything he touches turns into blood
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| See him running in the dark
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| A magical melody spears his heart
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| From his eyes are falling tears
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| What was he doing all those years?
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| Feel him running in your heart
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| He likes to keep two worlds apart
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| He runs from the feeling in the flood
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| Everything he touches turns into blood
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| He grew up to grow old
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| Just like he was foretold
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| He was the leader in all the states
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| So he walled her castle gates
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| His sight became blurred
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| And his ideas were absurd
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| His hand became a claw
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| As his word turned into law
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| He is the beginning of the pain
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| But nothing ever stays the same
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| His colorless empire ends right here
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| As her melody is in his ear
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| See him running in the dark
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| He flees from the yearning in his heart
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| He runs from the feeling in the flood
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| Everything he touches turns into blood
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| See him running in the dark
|
| A magical melody spears his heart
|
| From his eyes are falling tears
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| What was he doing all these years?
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| Feel him running in your heart
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| He likes to keep two worlds apart
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| He runs from the feeling in the flood
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| Everything he touches turns into blood |