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Danb’ry, not a sound from the inmates
I am living in Danb’ry
I am feeling alone
In the weak light my manuscript appears at my feet:
How the Libtards Stole My Throne
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Memory, all alone in my jail cell
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what tyranny was
Let the memory live again
White House staffers seemed to beat
A fatalistic warning:
No protection! Insurrection!
And I, The King, all scorning…
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new scheme
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
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Ketchup walls and shattered plates
The stale, cold smell of failure
A hall light dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Come back! It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days as the prez.
Re-elect me! You’ll understand what tyranny is
Look, a new day has begun