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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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When you see me |
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Better make a phone call |
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'Cause I'm a bad brained gravel gone fiend with no time at all |
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But know that I'll drive so |
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When I deposit your body in the gulf coast, darlin', tomorrow |
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There's no mistaking that |
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Rome is gonna be mine |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of time |
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Through the legend of the river can he beg for it |
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Up in a basement |
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But I'm wearin' bubble |
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I'm glad it high heel don't give fuel to the bubble |
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Take, take, take, take |
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I better go play into metal |
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Heat it up, melt it down into a soup and help you to swallow |
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There's no mistaking that |
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Rome is gonna be mine |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of time |
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Through the legend of the river can he beg for it |
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Rome is gonna be mine |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of time |
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There's no mistaking that |
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Rome is gonna be mine |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of, |
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It's just a matter of time |
