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Million dollar babies are in your head. |
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Televised explosions are what they're fed. |
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I don't think starvation becomes you. |
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Searching your world over to find you, to find you. |
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Love, sex and money. |
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Love, sex and money, |
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Love, sex and money. |
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Love, sex and money. |
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I love the hate you're giving me, more than |
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I can swallow. |
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And all the things you want to |
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Be, love, sex and money. |
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Gazing into what used to be your eyes. |
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Searching for the hope only you supply. |
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I don't think salvation becomes you. |
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Now the light grows stronger to find you, to find you. |
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Love, sex and money. |
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Love, sex and money. |
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Love, sex and money. |
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I love the hate you're giving me, more than |
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I can swallow. |
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And all the things you want to be, |
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Love sex and money. |
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Tempt a fate that you can't see, through the door |
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I follow. |
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And all the things you offer me, |
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Love sex and money. |
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I don't think starvation becomes you. |
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I don't think temptation becomes you. |
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I don't think starvation becomes you. |
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I don't think salvation becomes you. |
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I love the hate you're giving me, more than |
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I can swallow. |
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And all the things you want to be, |
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Love sex and money. |
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Tempt a fate that you can't see, through the door |
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I follow. |
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And all the things you offer me, |
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Love sex and money. |
