| A ragged man came shuffling through
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| A puppet king on the 4th of June
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| And butterflies from all around
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| Settled on his paper crown
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| A pretty sight it seemed to be
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| An avenue of eternal peace
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| But he said, «What is here can soon burn down…»
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| «I'm the king of sunset town»
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| Watch a big wheel turning round
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| Some go up and some go down
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| Some go thirsty some just drown
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| «That's the law round here»
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| Said the king of sunset town
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| And in the night he comes to me
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| And the square becomes a battlefield
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| Of staring eyes that can’t explain
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| The insanity and the greater game
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| Watch a big wheel turning round
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| Some go up and some go down
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| Some go thirsty some just drown
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| «That's the law round here»
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| Said the king of sunset town
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| «That's the law round here»
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| A ragged man came shuffling through
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| The corridors of this white place
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| And as he lay his body down
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| I saw the scars that lined his face
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| And injured souls came to his bed
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| To hear the stories he would tell
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| Of butterflies and summertimes
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| And everyone assembled here
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| Remembers how it used to be
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| Before the 27th came
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| This place will never be the same
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| He said
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| «I'm the king of sunset town»
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| Watch a big wheel turning round
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| Some go up and some go down
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| Some go thirsty some just drown
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| «That's the law round here»
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| «That's the law round here»
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| Said the king of sunset town
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| «I'm the king of sunset town» |