He thinks he knowsHe knows
He thinks he knows
He knows not best
The storm grows
They are layed to rest
He brought them thin
He made them hurt
Time and time he'll do it again
They put him equal to dirt
He only wants his glory
He only wants his name
For this is the end of his story
The end of his fame
We're on to bigger and better things
To become what he never could see
Some will end up with really big rings
Some will be something he said they'll never be
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