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Now he can not fill up the space |
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And i just see him drifting |
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While he's drifting |
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On bourbon alley, feeling low |
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Just because she let him go |
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I don't think he even knows |
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He'll ever be fine |
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And he's got a head full of ideas |
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Let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe |
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And he's got a heart made of pure gold |
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And something else, many tricks up his sleeve |
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You might think he's a jester |
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Because he'll make you laugh til' you cry |
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And what else, you better come with your best |
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If you test him, unless you're ready to die |
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Wonder woman got rid of wonder man |
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That man's not part of your wonder plan |
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Letter to the so called better bet on my man |
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Believe it you will find out baby, damn |
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Head full of ideas |
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Let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe |
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And he's got a heart made of pure gold |
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And something else, so many tricks up his sleeve |
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You might think he's a jester |
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Because he'll make you laugh til' you cry |
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And what else, you better come with your best |
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If you test him, unless you're ready to die |
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A million people come and go |
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Through a persons ebb and flowAnd faces keep on changing |
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While there changing |
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A certain few will stay in tact |
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When they're not they'll don an act |
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I know this important fact |
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Don't get confused like |
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And he's got a head full of ideas |
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Let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe |
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And he's got a heart made of pure gold |
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And something else, so many tricks up his sleeve |
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You might think he's a jester |
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Because he'll make you laugh til' you cry |
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And what else, you better come with your best |
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If you test him, unless you're ready to die |
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First you love him then your loving him not |
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All the while he just smiles, giving all that he's got |
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Do you find it in your heart to say he's not what you sought |
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Do you want me to continue with this, or what |
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Woahohohohohohohooh yeah |
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Woahohohohohohohooh yeah |
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Head full of ideas |
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Let me tell ya, that you wouldn't believe |
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And he's got a heart made of pure gold |
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And something else, so many tricks up his sleeve |
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Sleeve, sleeve |
