Letras:Public Image Limited. That What Is Not. Emperor.

Is there a king that can do no wrong
When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance
The crown that sings its very own song
You crack the whip-and I'll break the lance

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You make me feel so proud and sure
You make me feel like an emperor
So secure from the familiar
Uncommon sense is the great leveller
An emperor-we need you
An emperor-we need you
Best to flatter the devil-than fight him

The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin
An occupation is as good as land

In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand
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Even a speckle of sand



Can be dangerous in the right hand
Don't want to be no inflexible flake
If I'm standing too brittle-I know that I'll break
And all the doors-I broke inot
And all the doors-I opened for you
And lift the hammer-lift the curse
I've seen too many crack at the seams
The chance to put heaven back on earth
I need the wonder of all my wet dreams

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Little fears keep us in chains

And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains
Sweet poetry

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