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December-thin air

no fire without smoke

You will come to your

senses, give it a try

Counting IQ my friend

numbers and figures

A zero in the crowd

negligible and weak

Now that the king is dead

and his queen is free

I cut in line

Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead

Now that the king is dead

Gore-tex against the rain

Fleece against cold snow

in the panic and the hustle

You become cold and wet

And so I take my chance

You know how it is

I release your hand

and leave you there...

Now that the king is dead

and his queen is free

I cut in line

Reinvent my life

So close it burns

I'm finally here...

Now that the king is dead

and his queen is dead

I cut in line

Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead

and his queen is free

I cut in line

Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead

Now that the king is dead

Now that the king is dead

Now that the king is dead