| Here comes that ticker tape parade
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| Bless all my lucky stars
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| Cause I’ve saved the day
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| There goes my ego exploding
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| In mushroom clouds all over
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| My third world body
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| Well this air’s better
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| And I’m wetter
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| And taste just like ice cream
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| Don’t ever wake me up, bitch
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| Don’t ever wake me up
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| From where the gifts are pouring
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| The fans adoring
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| All the trophies that I win
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| I am the King
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| I am the King
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| Pretty soon I’m gonna have to let it go
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| Pretty soon I’m gonna have to let it go
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| In my fifteen hours of sleep
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| There no more suffering me
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| Maybe some suffering for you
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| This is my regime
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| And it’s perpetual pageantry
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| There’s no existence of my mistakes
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| No humility
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| Well my dick’s bigger
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| My breasts are thicker
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| Whatever power means
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| Don’t ever wake me up, bitch
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| Don’t ever wake me up
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| From where I’m well fed
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| I’m well bred
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| Shitting 24ct bricks
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| I am the King
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| I am the King
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| And pretty soon I’m gonna have to let it go
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| And pretty soon I’m gonna have to let it go
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| Pretty soon I’m gonna have to let it go
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| In my 15 hours of sleep
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| Here comes that ticker tape parade
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| And there goes my ego exploding
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| Here comes that ticker tape parade
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| There goes my ego exploding
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| Here comes that ticker tape parade
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| There goes my ego exploding |