| Oh, you thought that you might rule
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| They have played you for a fool (A fool)
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| You could never be like them
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| Solitude your one true friend
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| You fool
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| Can you hear their laughter ring
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| As they crown you king?
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| A king of fool
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| King of fools, king of fools
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| A broken crown, oh king
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| Oh, you could never rule
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| Hahahaha, you fool (You fool)
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| Can you hear their laughter ring
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| As they crown you king of fools? |
| You fool
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| I call for sanctuary in the spires of Notre Dame
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| Their kindness was a dagger, I’ll never belong
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| This world will reject me, this tower is my home
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| To my one true friend, the gargoyle, I ask
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| Why am I not made of stone?
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| Made of stone
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| I still hear their laughter ring
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| From down there in the festival of fools
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| So long the church has stood
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| A silent witness
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| Through the ages
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| All the holy tomes
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| The histories
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| Flammable pages
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| The gargoyle’s long watch is no more
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| Now the fires will burn
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| The ancient stone
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| Of the cathedral
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| Now the bells shall ring
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| Nevermore
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| Atop the steeple
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| Now the flames engulf
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| The memories
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| Of long lost glories
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| And who will preserve
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| What was lost?
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| The unknown stories
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| And the world will go on, but forever changed |