white outlines, masterpiece, best quality, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, I'm a prince and I live in a ship and I aim my rifle and I shoot from the hip And I have a friend I pity, quite a bit I played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules But when have angels ever helped me yet? And magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter 'Cause no matter what I conjure it could not help me deflect The angry death of every hopeful thought That I might be a lover or a fighter that I’m not In someone's spider web, or net I could be caught But I’m too bitter, better off alone, guess I forgot So what do you want me to say? Sorry? Should I apologize when you ignore me? I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely Or to be hatched into an ugly story I'm a prince and I had a pair of princesses in two sharp squares But then I guess I bored them both to death And now I think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces Better yet, invent a brand new method of ascension I used to wish the death of every living thing I might be your killer but you’ll never be my queen So put away your laughter, pack up your hopes and dreams I’m done with black back-handing and red pandering, it seems That I am just pathetic, I won’t be overlooked I’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook I’ve made a manifesto, I’ve been bested by a crook, but never more I’m planning on reclaiming what he took
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