| Your ego floats in stratosphere
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| You’ve got your palace in the skies
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| Self-crowned velvet puppeteer
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| No pill could get me that high
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| Circling patterns, in your eyes
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| Everything has turned tonight
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| I took you down from your throne
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| I took you to my beggar’s home
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| Oh yeah
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| If my words were horses
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| And as fast as your tongue
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| I’d ride down the battle field
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| Find peace in my war
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| If my words were horses
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| And as fast as your tongue
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| I’d ride down the battle field
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| Find peace in my war
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| High on your throne
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| You speak sharpened swords
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| You raise your kingdom
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| With dead men to follow
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| The spirits in the grasses
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| They call out my name!
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| I rode too many horses across
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| Your burned land
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| I sed the seeds of love, but they won’t
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| Strike roots in here
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| Sell me or sell yourself
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| King Korea
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| It’s the wrong shadow hanging
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| And always following you
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| King Korea, I will follow you, too
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| I sed the seeds of love
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| Circling patterns in your eyes |