Lyrics:

Tamina:
You know you really walk line one, head held high, chest out, long
stomping strides. The walk of a selfsatisfied Persian prince. No doubt
it's comes from being told since birth the world was yours, and actually
believing it.

Dastan:
I wasn't born in a palace like you! I was born in the slums of Nasaf
where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.

Tamina:
Then how did you become a prince?

Dastan:
I don't know, the King.. marched in the market one day and he.. I don't
know he.. he found me. He took me in, he gave me a family, he gave
me home. What you're looking, at, is the walk of a man who just lost
everything.