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she said |
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"I'm young enough |
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I'm old enough |
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to paint a smile |
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I tasted heaven and hell |
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heaven stay awhile |
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a good friend is rare find |
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their straight talk can ease your mind |
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a good pimps gonna rob you blind |
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money money money |
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I feel like a pawn in my own world |
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I found the system and I lost the pearl |
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it's breaking me down |
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well you won't wake you don't shake |
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you just make the sound |
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go round and round and round |
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and round |
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bleed a little |
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bleed a little |
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til you freedom calls you |
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somewhere out |
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children laugh |
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like meteors |
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rolling down the grass |
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mothers pull the night time in |
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calling their children |
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with spoons in the wind |
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but not for me |
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she said |
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"I'm young enough |
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I'm old enough |
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in the city machine |
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where industries |
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fill the fish |
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full of mercury |
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(it's tax free) |
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she said |
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"my struggle hurt |
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but it turned me on |
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and when the revolution came |
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the chain was gone |
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on my feet |
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to the sound of my heartbeat |
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money money money |
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do you feel like a pawn |
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in your own world? |
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you found the system |
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and you lost the pearl |
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like leaves coming down |
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you've got to wake, shake, |
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make your vibe go round |
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and round and round and round |
