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It's lonely at the top All of my enemies have been defeated The crown has been sitting on my head for too long It's starting to give me these lesions Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons Licking my wounds as they deepen Constantly feeding them all of my secrets
