| In the Baron’s Nippon charger
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| The co-pilot a façade
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| In attendance tucked inside
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| Riding shot-gun talking hard was Bard
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| Though his kingdom was subsiding
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| Beyond the distant blue horizon
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| Elbow dancing in a fashion
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| Dressed in stolen threads of passion
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| Stardom’s kingdom in scripted lies
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| The green room tango, hip no ties
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| Walk this way, get a wise guy prize
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| Fox-trot partners, cannibalise
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| Not belonging even caring; |
| you embrace the ever-caring
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| Eyes of he who views unblinking
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| Who knows what you are thinking
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| Ignoring oceans crossing borders
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| Fulfilling arms providing borders
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| Awaiting sentence and what the word is
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| For you know who their lord is
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| We so greedy, with so much need
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| Of your attention, of all your love
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| We’re hypnotised, with all your love |