| Saw you walking on your velvet lawn
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| Is it lonely on the moon?
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| You took a dive and swallowed all you could
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| Did you drink too much too soon?
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| Nothing left for you to fight about
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| And no-one wants to see you try
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| The nearest neighbours are a mile away
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| Does the ocean hear you cry?
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| Punching at the sky
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| They say the King is losin' his grip again
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| They said you’re bullet proof, they said you feel no pain
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| It seems the hero is misunderstood again
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| Is it love or is it surgery
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| Makes he seem so ill at ease
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| As she’s begging you to please calm down
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| In her silk Armani on her knees
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| Did you carry out those threats I heard
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| Or were you only playing macho?
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| And the stains on her Versace scarf
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| Were they really just Gazpacho?
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| They say the King is watching his back again
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| They say the King is losing his grip again
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| Raging like a bull to an empty ring
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| D’you think they will forgive a hero anything?
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| Now the ring is just a band of gold
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| And your wife needs police protection
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| While you’re sparring with the journalists
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| You’re trying to win back her affection
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| Is this what it means to be a man boxing up all your emotion
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| So now she’s gone and you’re alone at last
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| You can tell it to the ocean
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| They say the King is losing his grip again
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| They say the King is countin' his numbered days
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| You never lost a fight in your whole life
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| You never had no trouble sleepin' through the night
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| The bottle and the doctor get you through the day
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| The boys who run the house’ll make it all OK
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| You think they will forgive a hero anything
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| Maybe Hollywood… but maybe then again…
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| Now the ring is just a band of gold…
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| Drive the road… |