| 1804 as emperor sworn
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| Soldier at heart a child of war
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| Napoleon Bonaparte
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| A master of the game and equal to God
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| Invading the lands of greed and fraud
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| Turned warfare to an art
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| He was known as the chosen one
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| Born 1769 in Corsica
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| His family’s joy and pride
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| It is just like a fairy tale
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| This boy was not for sale
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| And he never lied, but how he cried
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| I will rule the universe
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| I’m the glory, I’m the brave
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| Going down in history forever
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| I will rule the universe
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| I shall crush their sorrows veil
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| And soon I will be marching into heaven
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| I’m greater than God
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| Who could believe this boy would achieve
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| All of his dreams and what he believed
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| It went down in history
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| But luck has an end you know it too well
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| Heaven is bound to turn into Hell
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| His time was running out
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| At the battle of Waterloo
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| No chance; |
| the enemy was far to strong
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| And here’s another song
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| It was the end of the fairy tale
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| Everyone is bound to fail
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| It must be right; |
| but damn he tried
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| I will rule the universe
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| I’m the glory, I’m the brave
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| Going down in history forever
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| I will rule the universe
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| I shall crush their sorrows veil
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| And soon I will be marching into heaven
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| I’m greater than God
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| There are many types of heroes
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| And this is one of a kind
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| In these days so full of zeros
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| I keep gazing at the sky
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| He was known as the chosen one
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| Born 1769 in Corsica
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| His family’s joy and pride
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| It is just like a fairy tale
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| This boy was not for sale
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| And he never lied, but how he cried
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| I will rule the universe
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| I’m the glory, I’m the brave
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| Going down in history forever
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| I will rule the universe
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| I shall crush their sorrows veil
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| And soon I will be marching into heaven
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| I’m greater than God |