The King

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[Verse 1]
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Once upon a time

There was a powerful king
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He ruled half the world

He ruled half of everything
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I mean - some really loved him

Some really liked him, man
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They must be really dim

[Verse 2]
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His smile shook the stenches of the 
rotten undergrounds
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His snakelike words manipulated 
those around
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But nobody cared 'cause he's the 
king of the world!
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And around him, we never got bored

[Verse 3]
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Jester, jester, come tell those 
funny jokes
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The king doubles over, he laughs and
 he croaks
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Hiding his insecurities behind a 
great, grand cloak
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What a fantastic, powerful bloke

[Verse 4]
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Knight, great knight, say "Where art
 thou?"
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With your fancy sword and your 
Turkish bow
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Please, sir Knight, make the King 
feel superior
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And while you're at it, call in the 
fiddler

[Verse 5]
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All these distractions and all of 
his might
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Couldn't help the king with his 
deep, internal fight
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With his army, he'd won many a 
battle
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But this one, this one was different

[Verse 6]
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The king sat high on his throne, 
that was filled with hurt
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While all of his peasants below just
 moped in the dirt
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He sat high on his throne both day 
and night
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But he was shaky, hiding behind his 
great might

[Verse 7]
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Yeah, all the king's horses and all 
the king's men
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Couldn't put him back together again
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Because he abused and used and 
showed off his powers but
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That's a story for another hour

[Verse 8]
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Once upon a time, there was a fucked
 up king
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He wore a fake crown and took all of
 everything
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The throne that he sat on was made 
out of lies
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So maybe, just maybe, he'd fit in 
with the guys

[Verse 9]
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Messing up his arm at 3 am, his 
favorite hobby
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Ever since the sacrificed lamb
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His servants, his peasants saw right
 through the show
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This king, this ruler was beginning 
to slow

[Verse 10]
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You see, his kingdom was falling and
 so were his walls
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You could see right inside, see the 
true inner-calls
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For help, he would scream both day 
and night
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But why would we help him, he's the 
king with all his might?

[Verse 11]
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So his peasants then left him on the
 floor to yell and bleed
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Another good story to tell so it 
seemed
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That one day they realized their 
fatal mistake;
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The king, now dead, burned himself 
at the stake