Bow down! Hail the king karma! Watch me work.
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Bow down! Hail the king karma. Watch me work
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Sometimes I am concerned that the floor might
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Collapse beneath my weight, because I am so heavy.
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Sometimes I worry that I just might drown those
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Who wish to stand with me because I get so deep.
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And there are days when I could make light-headed pawns
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of men who follow because I get so high.
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A twist of fate, a stroke of luck,
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divine intervention pale sickly in my light.
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What does your life owe to king karma?
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Bow down! Hail the king karma! Watch me work.
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Sometimes I wonder why you people try
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to hide your actions from me because I see it all.
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What goes around comes around.
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What goes up most come down.
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Come now, children. Haven¡¯t you been warned?
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Sometimes I feel like Santa bringing love
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to those who do deserve and hell to those who don¡¯t.
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Other times I may play the piper
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Without mercy or comparison, only scorn.
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What does your life owe to king karma?
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Your path must soon go through king karma.
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Watch out
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What does your life owe to king karma?
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Your path must soon go through king karma.
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You¡¯ve got to pay the piper
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You¡¯ve got to pay the king.
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King Karma
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David Ryan Harris |