2(Too) many times I released myself from freedom
Being 3(free) seemed like a symptom more than relief
I put my heart on the line and 4(for) what?
I'm cursed like a jack-in-a-box stuck in a revolving door
5 years passed since my last lesson
6 times I have told myself that's too many
7 steps left on the stairway to club heaven
The queen called my name, but then closed the gates
She said eat your heart out and so I 8(ate) revealing
Inside I carried a diamond, but for her it was too late
Now, I'm the king of my castle, wide-eyed and full of pride
But the pressure of having 9 lives, well It's hard to describe
I hear the clock strike, it's 10 to midnight
I setup the table where we all gather round for a game
I got the ace in the hole and yes you called it, spades
Odd man out I'll win, but lose myself along the way
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