King

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I treated you like a king babe
I was good to you
Then you left for a trip
And went with the green eyed man

You came home and told lies
The Green Eyed Man told me the truth
I believed him

You were my king
But he took your crown
Then I passed it down
All stories told
To the beautiful person
Who wanted his hands to hold

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