| Nefertiti claimed she needed no one at all
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| Majestic in her empire like so many I’ve seen rise and fall
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| Suitors by the dozen, even one who’d give her everything
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| Assuming the queen even needs a king
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| And what’s so wrong with freedom?
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| Is there a cost too high?
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| But the slogans turn to mist in Nefertiti’s eyes
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| And the heart of the lioness
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| Lay down gentle like a lamb
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| Her Majesty runs like a girl
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| No composure or command
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| And I know I should be glad for her
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| But I can’t forget her fire
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| And it just makes me lonely
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| One more goddess to retire
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| Now I have been brought down by less
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| That felled my mighty lioness
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| But what I see which makes me sad
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| Is when the loneliness gets bad
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| She has to run, she cannot take
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| That fragile fundamental ache
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| And the heart of the lioness
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| Lay down gentle like a lamb
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| Her Majesty runs like a girl
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| No composure or command
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| And I know I should be glad for her
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| But I can’t forget her fire
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| And it just makes me lonely
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| One more goddess to retire
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| Amazed, she puts me in my place
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| A royal tear rolls down her face
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| What might for me hurt worst of all
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| Is one less soldier on the wall
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| That much lonelier for me
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| As I salute my fallen queen
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| And the heart of the lioness
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| Lay down gentle like a lamb
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| Her Majesty runs like a girl
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| No composure or command
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| And I know I should be glad for her
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| But I can’t forget her fire
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| And it just makes me lonely
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| One more goddess to retire
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| Know I should be glad for her
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| For I can’t forget her fire
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| And it just makes me lonely
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| One more goddess to retire
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| Nefertiti claimed she needed no one |