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Oh, whoa, oh, whoa |
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I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see |
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Painted faces fill the places I can't reach |
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You know that I could use somebody, yeah |
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You know that I could use somebody, yeah |
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Someone like you and all you know and how you speak |
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Countless lovers undercover of the street |
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I know that I could use somebody, yeah |
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You know that I could use somebody, yeah |
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Someone like you, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Someone like you, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep |
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Waging wars to shake the poet and the street, yeah |
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I hope it's gonna make you notice, hey, yeah |
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I hope it's gonna make you notice, yeah |
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Someone like me oh, whoa, oh |
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Someone like me oh, whoa, whoa |
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I'm ready now, I'm ready now |
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I'm ready now, I'm ready now |
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I'm ready now, I'm ready now |
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Oh, whoa, someone like you |
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You know that I could use somebody, yeah |
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You know that I could use somebody, yeah, oh |
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I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see |
