Who made you King?
You decide to give it a swing.
Picking up the crown you throw down your ring.
Who are you King?
You don't run this thing.
You don't pull the strings.
Who made you King?
Your not giving it a swing.
Pick up your ring.
Stop trying to this thing
Put down the strings.
Cause no one made king.
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