There was a boy and he thought himself quite special
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Somehow important and confidently able
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He didn't care if your face got under his foot
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As long as he didn't stop to have to look
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He had a chest for the trophies that he'd stolen
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He shined them every morning on his way in
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And even he really started to believe it
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Rationalizing that they were meant for him
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But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you are and have done
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And that crown you found is gonna leave
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On your head a big green ring
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You're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you have not done
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And you're gonna burn in Hell
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He sometimes wondered if he was just trash
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He felt guilty one day, but it passed
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And after that, he convinced even himself
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That everyone loved him and no one else
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But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you are and have done
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And that crown you found is gonna leave
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On your head a big green ring
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You're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you have not done
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And you're gonna burn in Hell
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Thinking back, you smiled at
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How you'd come this far
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And how the idiots had bought into what
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You told them you are
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Now, hold really still and hope that they don't see
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That you're one big vacancy
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But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you are and have done
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And that crown you found is gonna leave
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On your head a big green ring
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You're not the king of the setting sun
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I know what you have not done
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And you're gonna burn in Hell
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Setting Sun
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| Dance Hall Crashers |
