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They are throwing away the bones |
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There are soldiers on the street |
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The Emperor's on the phone... |
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Some people mustn't meet |
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They're throwing away the bones |
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There was this poet now she's dead |
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They're burying the bones |
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All who saw the Emperor naked |
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But Eddy he's alright |
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He put the cash in Switzerland |
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He's flying there tonight |
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Praise God, Democracy and Parliament |
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They are digging up the bones |
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The Emperors limo's on the street |
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Yeah they're digging up the bones |
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Important people are discreet |
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They are digging up the bones |
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I swear this child will lose his head |
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The Emperor puts away the phone |
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"Alles klar... kein problem now" he said |
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And Eddy's alright |
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Gold bullion and cash to spare |
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He'll spend some there tonight |
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On this girl who lets him do weird shit to her |
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They are throwing away the bones |
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There are hit men on my street |
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And Eddy's on the phone |
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Some people mustn't meet |
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Come what may |
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They'll be back some day |
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From Blue Bayou. |
