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(Verse) |
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This ain't not helping at all, what you are doing here |
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In the name of god and love, it's a distribution |
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Of the infamous Ellen Wise, a musician's fame |
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I forgot your degree and I forgot your name |
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(Chorus) |
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Pick me up, put me on the ground |
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Set me up, spin me all around |
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No, you are not the one |
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You are not the one, no |
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(We don't serve) |
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(Verse) |
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This is not helping me at all, why did we get this brand? |
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But you might get to me what I might already have |
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Give me this Ellen Wise, a musician's fame |
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How 'bout a tear to my eye, a place of fix and bee |
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(Chorus x2) |
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Pick me up, put me on the ground |
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Set me up, spin me all around |
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No, you are not the one |
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You are not the one, no |
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(Bridge) |
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Oh, Hitler in a robot shoe |
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I am emptiness that built your old child |
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And I'll worship myself and you forever |
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Until the |
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(Chorus x2) |
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Pick me up, put me on the ground |
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Set me up, spin me all around |
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No, you are not the one |
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You are not the one, no |
