| I set out to rule the world
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| With only a paper shield and a wooden sword.
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| No mountain dare stand in my way,
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| Even the oceans tremble in my wake.
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| The tide is brave, but always retreats.
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| Even the sand, it cowers under my feet.
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| My kingdom towers above it all,
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| While I sleep safe and sound in my cardboard walls.
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| Now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
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| I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
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| Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids-
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| Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.
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| So I draw my sword with the morning sun,
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| I summon the moon as soon as the day is done.
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| The clouds march on, on my command.
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| Even the rain, it falls according to plan.
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| The trees bow down and give their leaves.
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| I humbly accept their offerings of peace.
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| The years wore on and changed my heart,
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| The leading role for a smaller part.
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| Now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
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| I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
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| Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
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| But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.
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| 'cause I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
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| I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
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| Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
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| But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.
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| I set out to rule the world
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| With only a paper shield and a wooden sword. |