| She’s called me again
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| And I’ve taken all my old forgotten dreams out of the closet
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| To put them on
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| I have found my crumbling crown
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| Lying where I tossed it
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| I thought that I had lost it
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| But here I am, a tramp shining
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| She’s called me again
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| And I’ve gathered all my old forgotten dreams like dusty diamonds
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| To make a ring
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| Seated on my threadbare throne
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| I should straighten my bent scepter
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| And pretend I could have kept her
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| And welcome her home, A Tramp Shining.
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| I have found my crumbling crown
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| Lying where I tossed it
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| I was afraid that I had lost it
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| But here I am, a tramp shining
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| A brand new clown
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| A brand new clown
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| A brand new clown |