| What am I gonna do, when they come barging in?
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| Sometimes there’s nothing in the world worse than remembering everything.
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| And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves,
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| and I wait for them fixing my eyes and recalling nearly everything glorious
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| back in the days,
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| When we were kings,
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| they kept changing us.
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| Used to being so young,
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| they just kept changing us.
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| Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
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| I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds.
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| I am the guy and nearly made it, but no one here remembers it.
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| And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves,
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| and I wait for them fixing my eyes and recalling nearly everything glorious
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| back in the days,
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| When we were kings,
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| they kept changing us.
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| Used to being so young,
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| they just kept changing us.
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| Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
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| They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.
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| They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.
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| They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.
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| And I put my makeup on
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| and I tighten my boxing gloves.
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| And I dream of the hour, the moment, the pasts, the golden days,
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| when we were kings,
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| they kept changing us.
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| Used to being so young,
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| they just kept changing us.
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| Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps? |