| Is there a king that can do no wrong
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| When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance
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| The crown that sings its very own song
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| You crack the whip-and I’ll break the lance
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| You make me feel so proud and sure
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| You make me feel like an emperor
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| So secure from the familiar
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| Uncommon sense is the great leveller
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| An emperor-we need you
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| An emperor-we need you
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| Best to flatter the devil-than fight him
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| The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin
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| An occupation is as good as land
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| In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand
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| Even a speckle of sand
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| Can be dangerous in the right hand
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| Don’t want to be no inflexible flake
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| If I’m standing too brittle-I know that I’ll break
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| And all the doors-I broke inot
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| And all the doors-I opened for you
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| And lift the hammer-lift the curse
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| I’ve seen too many crack at the seams
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| The chance to put heaven back on earth
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| I need the wonder of all my wet dreams
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| Little fears keep us in chains
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| And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains
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| Sweet poetry |