| Hey little Emperor, come down from your throne
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| The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone
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| The battlements are crumblin' the walls are tumblin' down
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| Your counselors and concubines are getting' out of town
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| Some say it’s an omen, some say it’s the winds of change
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| Which every way it’s going' it’s blowin' like a hurricane
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| Hey little conqueror, where you gonna go?
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| The world is even smaller than it was when you left home
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| Emptiness in front of you and detritus behind
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| Nobody ever told you that history was kind
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| Standin' on the corner, your fortune blowin' in the wind
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| Daddy didn’t warn that there ain’t no going home again
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| No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe
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| You’re just a little emperor, that’s all
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| Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say
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| When you wind up standin' naked on the final judgment day
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| How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call
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| What if it turns out God doesn’t look like you at all
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| The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall
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| You ain’t the first to rise up, you sure won’t be last to fall
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| Hey little emperor, come down from your throne
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| And let another emperor climb on |