| He was a leader of a small gang
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| Committing crimes each day
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| But time has changed as he was proud
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| It’s a far away
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| He took living easy, his bad reputation
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| Oh it was known all around
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| But he didn’t care no, he made the demandings
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| Now he’s down and out
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| Thought he knew the tricks of life
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| Prowling in the dark
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| Now he’s left by all his friends
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| 'Cause he lived apart, of them
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| He was a leader, a vicious survivor
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| His fame is covered with blood
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| Now he’s just a number, he lost all his power
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| The king has lost his face
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| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
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| Caught and sentenced, he was guilty
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| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
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| It’s too late — far too high
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| Late far too high
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| He was a leader of a small gang
|
| Committing crimes each day
|
| But time has changed as he was proud
|
| It’s a far away
|
| He took living easy, his bad reputation
|
| Oh it was known all around
|
| But he didn’t care no, he made the demandings
|
| Now he’s down and out
|
| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
|
| Caught and sentenced, he was guilty
|
| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
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| It’s too late — far too high
|
| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
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| Caught and sentenced, he was guilty
|
| Down down down, though the king lost his crown
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| It’s too late — far too high
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| Late far too high |