| One by one they fell
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| The walls could not control
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| A mob too strong to quell
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| A storm too large to hold
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| And a kingdom of bliss
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| It was gone with a hiss
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| Late at night close my eyes
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| All alone reminisce
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| Of when I owned a city
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| That towered over trees
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| So big it blocked the sun, the moon, the stars
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| And all you could see
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| And in there stood a castle
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| With a solid gold throne
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| Where I sat at the top of the world
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| The king of boxes and stone
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| Of boxes and stone
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| The haunting glow within
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| Coal embers burning bright
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| And each breath of the wind
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| Reminds me of the time
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| When a kingdom of bliss
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| It was gone with a hiss
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| Late at night close my eyes
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| All alone reminisce
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| In the dark by the torchlight
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| Forge the tools that I need
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| To assemble to the walls that fall
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| Each night inside of my dreams
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| And so I’ll keep on stacking
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| Blocks on top of blocks still
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| Because if I don’t build myself a giant city
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| Who will?
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| And I will build a city
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| That towers over trees
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| So big it blocks the sun, the moon, the stars
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| And all you could see
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| And there will stand a castle with a solid gold throne
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| Where I’ll sit at the top of the world
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| The king of boxes and stone
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| Of boxes and stone |