| I’m the king’s thirty second son
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| Born to him in thirty second’s time
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| Born to him the night still young
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| Born to him with two eyebrows on And that’s all I was wearing
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| When I woke up staring at the world
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| My mom had been around the graves of queens
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| But not at all a sex machine
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| She liked to keep her body clean, clean
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| Thought the world to be quite obscene
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| But she retired to her chamber
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| And we remain quite strangers
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| And to see me made her awful sad
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| And to touch me made her awful sad
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| And to see me made her awful
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| And to touch me made her awful
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| I’m the king’s thirty second son
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| And all it took was thirty second’s time
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| But a spoiled little prince I was not
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| Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
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| And there’s thirty one others just like me There’s thirty one others I can be Someimtes I’d stand by the royal wall
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| The sky’d be so big that it broke my soul
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| And i stood on my toes to catch a glimpse
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| Of my mother’s eyes and my mother’s skin
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| And she retired to her chamber
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| And we remain quite strangers
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| And to see me made her awful sad
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| And to touch me made her awful sad
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| And to see me made her awful
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| And to touch me made her awful
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| And one morning I woke up and I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
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| Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
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| Then one morning I woke up and I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
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| Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two’s still counts
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna oh oh Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two still counts
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna oh oh Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the
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| I’m the king’s thirty second son
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| There’s thirty one others just like me There’s thirty one others on the way
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| There’s thirty one others after that
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| Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
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| People screaming love and hate
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| And they scream
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| And they scream
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| And they scream
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| And they scream
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| Long live the king,
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| long live the queen
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| And to see me made her awful sad
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| And to touch me made her awful sad
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| And to see me made her awful
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| And to touch me made her awful
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| And one morning I woke up and I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
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| Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex
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| Then one morning I woke up and I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
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| Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two’s still counts
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna make it count
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| Gonna oh oh Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two’s still a goddamn number
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Thirty two
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king
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| Long live the king |