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Yeah you in your mother's new shoes |
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Bet you like them as much as her blues |
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Don't tell anyone but |
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I plan to move |
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The first time you look away |
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Tell me the new apron strings |
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Taste to you, yes |
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My pretty young things |
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You tell me that hatred is king(It's to the weak and the manor born) |
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Like a trick that you've fallen for |
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You recognize me because |
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There's only one sound to love |
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Bye bye, bye bye, bye baby, good |
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Bye bye, bye bye, bye baby, good |
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Bye bye, bye bye, bye baby, good-bye |
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Tell me you in your mother's new shoes |
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Bet you like them as much as her blues |
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Don't tell anyone, but |
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I'm born to move |
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Like the first star you ever saw |
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Tell me the new apron strings |
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Trace to you, yeah |
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My pitied young things |
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I tell you that love can be king(It's to the meek and the manner born) |
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But like a trick that you've fallen for |
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You recognize me because |
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There's only one sound to love |
