| There was a black swan outside the palace
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| It was appointed by the king
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| And people took it as a sign that he needed more time
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| But you said «I ain’t afraid of no black bird»
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| There was a rumor of a ghost in the bedroom,
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| Hanging in and around the bed
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| But by the time the moon rose, you had taken off your clothes
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| And had the pillow under your head
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| There was the face you saw above you
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| In the fever of a hot black dream
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| But it was made out of paper and glue
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| And you were hoping for something a little more realistic
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| You were hoping for the head of the queen
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| My heart is a kingdom
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| Where the king is a heart
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| And my heart is king
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| My heart is king
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| And my heart is a kingdom
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| Where the king is a heart
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| And my heart is king
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| The king of hearts
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| There was the matador who said he would have you
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| If you could only give it up and walk away
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| He has carved out an avenue for you
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| From the palace to the palisades
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| And now it’s half destroyed
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| And you are half destroyed
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| I see you running down a washed out road
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| I see you running between the dream and the void
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| My heart is a kingdom
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| Where the king is a heart
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| And my heart is king
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| The king of hearts
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| There was a rumor of a ghost in the bedroom
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| Hanging in and around the bed
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| But by the time the moon rose, you had taken off your clothes
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| And had the pillow under your head
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| You’ve got mascara all over your bedsheets
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| You’ve got mascara all over your clothes
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| You’ve got mascara making broken hearted shapes on your face
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| And you have yet to see the ghost
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| My heart is a kingdom
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| Where the king is a heart
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| My heart is king
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| The king of hearts |