"King 0" genre: Folk
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	Self criticism at its worst.
	Credits: Ilan- playing, singing, criticizing
	Story Behind the Song I was living in Seattle in 1999 and I didn't think very much of myself at the time. It still pulls me into a major funk to listen to this song, but it's part of me. I can't deny it or bury it. Lyrics You think that you're special, but you know that you're not. You're sure you've got something, but the world just can't see what you've got. You've places to go and people to see; Least you know that you should, but you've really got no place to be. You're waiting for the telephone to ring. You're sure everybody must know: You're Zero the King. You're better than most folks, least that's what you say, But they're busy living while your mind is floating away. They're standing at bus stops. They're singing in bars. They're praying in churches and dying in wars. They're losing at love and they're feeling the sting. But you? You don't gotta feel nothing: You're Zero the King. Now the size of the world and the number of people confound you. Your mind is enriched, but your heart's in a ditch And you can only look around and cry. You're waiting for something, but you don't know what. It's all just a feeling that's been pounding in your gut. You're a walking disaster: it's etched in your face, And there ain't no detective gonna help you solve this case. You've just got to grow yourself some wings, But there's no place for you to fly: You're Zero the King.

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