how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte
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that everything you did and said would amount to law
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and all of the players and pieces on the map you drew
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should be happy to revolve their lives around you
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i live in my lonely mind
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i wonder do you ever reflect
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that you're only another man with a bag of regret
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and your life will be done in the blink of an eye
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and you won't even be a footnote on the page of time
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according to the book I read, Mr. Bonaparte
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all your plans and proclamations fall apart
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and the loyal few who remain intact
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only seem to pay attention
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while they laugh behind your back
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Mr. Bonaparte
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