| Behold the royal tenderness, celebrate the golden age
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| Pompous parade of decadence, acclaimed by the plebs
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| And he who smiles, who cheers the most
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| Is the ruler himself of fields so green and seas so wide
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| His glory still shines bright
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| Beware of those close
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| Watch out -- betrayal grows
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| Another empire turns to dust
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| As an old wound opens again
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| The actor’s new, the pain sol old
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| This is the last dance of a dying king
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| The king must face his destiny -- even he must bow
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| This treatment has been planned by long -- the time is now
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| And now he feels the burning knife driven in his back
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| He sees the face now of his wife grinning in delight
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| Another empire turns to dust -- as history repeats itself
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| The actor’s new, the pain sol old
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| This is the last dance of a dying king
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| Dance… fall… whore
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| And so his love dethroned the king
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| The king is dead she killed the king |