Kings Get Too Uptight

Sliding doors and blind chance
I wouldn't like not being me
I wouldn't like not being me
It just seems like I'm all that I need

And being seen, I've seen me beam
Just nothing beats not being king
Nothing beats not being king
Seems like I am what I need

Seems like I am what I need
Seems like I am what I need
It's hard to hang with yes-men
Vacuum of personality (season it, season it!)

What they like is what others plead for
And I know
Too much bread
Too much bread
Is gluttony

Sliding doors and blind chance
I wouldn't like not being me
I wouldn't like not being me
It just seems like I'm all that I need

And being seen, I've seen me beam
Just nothing beats not being king
Nothing beats not being king
Seems like I am what I need

Seems like I am what I need
Not treated like different beings
Through enough to live NPC
Eyes on me and I get nervous

So pure and so true
Bear the tempt of the fumes
Bear the tempt of the fumes
Bear the tempt of the-

If your skin lose too much,
You aren't what you once was
And things move like trees in the wind
(Everything dances if you notice)
A baby learns it's laugh from others
Most likely her mother

I could be in the ring with money on the line, but
Was it a choice?
To step as a passerby
At least was it mine?
At least it was mine

To get, to get, to get that
Everything dances
Everything dances

To get, to get
Everything dances
Everything dances

Sliding doors and blind chance
I wouldn't like not being me
I wouldn't like not being me
It just seems like I'm more that I need

And being seen, I've seen me beam
Just nothing beats not being king
Nothing beats not being king
Seems like I am what I need



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