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December-thin air |
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no fire without smoke |
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You will come to your |
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senses, give it a try |
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Counting IQ my friend |
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numbers and figures |
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A zero in the crowd |
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negligible and weak |
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Now that the king is dead |
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and his queen is free |
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I cut in line |
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Reinvent my life |
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Now that the king is dead |
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Now that the king is dead |
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Gore-tex against the rain |
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Fleece against cold snow |
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in the panic and the hustle |
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You become cold and wet |
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And so I take my chance |
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You know how it is |
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I release your hand |
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and leave you there... |
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Now that the king is dead |
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and his queen is free |
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I cut in line |
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Reinvent my life |
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So close it burns |
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I'm finally here... |
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Now that the king is dead |
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and his queen is dead |
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I cut in line |
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Reinvent my life |
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Now that the king is dead |
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and his queen is free |
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I cut in line |
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Reinvent my life |
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Now that the king is dead |
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Now that the king is dead |
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Now that the king is dead |
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Now that the king is dead |