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*** The King Is Dead ***
I was born an American, 35 years in a week, next Sunday
Baptised by the Vatican, all the pretty people of the world say hey
Right now what I'm thinking of, is natural attraction in High School halls
Allah what I dream about the words of profits on subway walls
Land of the free of thee I sing
The King is dead, Long Live the King
OK now I'm serious, the people of the people are the people I love
Maybe I'm delerious, It fits together like a fist in a glove
Allah, what I dream about the action of subtraction of a right from wrong
Allah what I fear the most, The King is Dead I'm all alone
And that's the best I've ever seen
The King is dead, long live the Queen
Self inflicting Benediction by your bedside
So you can narrate your attrition like a tourguide
And fall so short in love you'll never know a landslide
To to you it's only justifiable homocide
But you are the best I've ever seen
The King is dead long live the Queen
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