| My castle’s a room where each night I’m alone.
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| A chair in the corner is my only throne,
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| And all that I rule is a now-silent phone.
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| I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
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| My minstral sings lovesongs on my phonograph;
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| Each song brings back mem’ries of your haunting laugh,
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| And each face in my court looks like your photograph.
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| I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
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| I thought I’d could forget in time
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| The tender kiss you gave,
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| But now I realize that I’m
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| A ruler who’s only a slave.
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| A scarf that you left now is my royal cloak.
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| On my coat of arms are the love words you spoke,
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| And my crown is a dream that has vanished in smoke.
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| I’m the King of Broken Hearts.
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| And my crown is a dream that has vanished in smoke.
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| I’m the King of Broken Hearts. |