(study for a portrait of) Napolean In Rags

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I walked along the crimson tract
So far from home dear in just my head
With only a view of encircling crows
And whence they've come forth god only knows

Oh, I've become Napoleon in rags
My hat is off and it's held between my hands
A nothing sum is exactly what I have
But someday soon I hope I'll wear the finest of threads
For now, I'm Napoleon in rags

They prey the whole world on things I have found
When killing's bereaved art deforms a noun
So have [?] since they won't spot the dead in the ground
Oh

Singin' ooh Napoleon in rags
My hat is off and it's held between my hands
A nothing sum is exactly what I have
Oh but someday soon I hope I'll wear the finest of threads
For now, I'm Napoleon in rags

Don't be lonely, don't be sad
Take your hands down
Infuse them black
Aim the bright lights at the rows of all who you know and what you've had
The undertow brings me to land
The barren winds are bound to blow

Oh

Tread the light that's fading
Am I something that you'd die for?
Will I miss the parts amazing in your time?
Or do I have a heart that's fading
It's true I've nothing you can count for
Hope I'm bowing, bought and sailing
I won't deny
I won't deny
I won't deny

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So I sing a sad song alone tonight
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Thinking you were probably somebody's only light
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Singin' ooh
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Napoleon in rags
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Napoleon in rags
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