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The Gods they gave you a heart |
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And seasons to tell time apart |
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Behave you won't or you will |
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I carved my way through |
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I carved my way through |
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I only want your love |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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The morning it breaks, makes you cry |
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The sun stares you down, knows you like |
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Pure light, pure blue for you |
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Hold out your hand, you hold out your hand |
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And then we can hold the few |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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You seem to |
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Oh oh oh |
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You seem to |
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Uh uh uh |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
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Ooh money, ooh bodies |
