I've got a little secret for ya
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Even now there's something
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To be proud about
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You come up the hard way
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And they'll remind you every day
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You're nothing
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Oh my words in your mouth
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Are mumbled all about
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You're like a journalist
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How you can cut and paste and twist
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You're awful
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Tell it to your king
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Tell him everything you know
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Tell him you know how I feel
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Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates
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Oh I'm all levered off my face
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And just to work out what it's on about
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And see snakes in eyes
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And danger signs
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If you were late you mustn't dare complain
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And you won't like this at all
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There's nothing to break your fall
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Oh tell it to your king
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Tell him everything you know
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And you know how I feel out of place
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Until I'm levered off my face
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And I can't work out what your on about
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Didn't they explain
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You have to play the game, oh-oh
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He drinks and smokes his cares away
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His heart is in the lonely way
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Living in the ruins
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Of a castle built on sand
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Tell The King
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