Baby the time is right to tell it all like it is And now that I feel God like there's nothing that can't be kissed The name of a lonely soul is scratched into my brain He thought he was king creole Until he found out, until he found out
He sits upon a throne He lives a sleazy lie But he's all alone again, again
I can see a liar, sitting by the fire Trouble in his heart, laughing at the thought Coming as he goes into overdose I wonder what he thinks of me?
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