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I met up with the king |
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He confessed his body was burning |
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I met up with the king |
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His body had begun to rot |
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And he said don't think less of me |
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I'm still the same man I used to be |
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But no one believed him |
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No one believed him |
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I once knew a pretty girl |
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And she was in love with the world |
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And she loved a young man |
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Who loved her body but never saw her mind |
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He took everything she had kept |
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And then he took everything else that was left |
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But no one believed her |
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No one believed her |
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I feel just like the king |
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As I fall on the muddy ground |
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I feel just like you gal |
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There's people thinking |
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They know something now |
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Well I don't know anything at all |
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And we mean nothing to history |
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Well thank God |
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So tell me do you believe me? |
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Do you believe me? |
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I bet you don't |
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I bet you won't |
