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Альбом
Текст песни
You got to climb up on your high horses, decide over air
You're the ruler of a void, there is no need to be fair
In an invisible robe, sitting on a throne of sand
As a real prince of blank, nod to the people and wave with your hand
With your back all straight, satisfied that you are right
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