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I'm ready to conquer to your kingdom |
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And to savor every listless flight along |
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It's heady, I see your every move already |
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Your policy is more than steady, honey |
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Dipped and tripped alone |
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Kill all the last leaves, stars are glistenin' |
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Who's pullin' strings for you now? |
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Who's got the money? |
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Who's got the money? |
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How long before this listless bliss tears? |
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Hear you bang on it, hear, I see your headlights |
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Now, you think it's funny |
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Girl, you ain't seen nothin' at all but tripled lovin' |
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Boys seeing the zealous skies |
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Who's got the money? Girl, I got your money |
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You're over, my lucky stars are going nova |
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That empty bottle left you sober, dear |
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With skiddish fear, it might not make itself clear |
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With vision comes this ambivalent decision |
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Should I stay? |
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Or should I go? |
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Let me burn out fire |
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All the stars of the night wait for me |
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Kill all the last leaves, stars are glistenin' |
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Who's pullin' strings for you now? |
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Who's got the money? |
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Who's got the money? |
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How long before this listless bliss tears? |
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Hear you bang on it, hear, I see your headlights |
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Now, you think it's funny |
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Girl, you ain't seen nothin' at all but tripled lovin' |
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Boys, seeing the zealous skies |
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Who's got the money? Girl, I got your money |
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So long, so hard, so far away |
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So long, so hard, so far away |
