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Whoa oh oh oh oh my sunshine |
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Whoa oh oh oh and the little bird says you're not alone |
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No, you're not alone |
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Tonight you called me up just to ask me "Oh, why's the music up, so loud?" |
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And said, "You're way too old for that." |
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I laughed at you and said, "You're only seventeen." |
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And, "Are you kidding me?" |
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You kept him cold at night standing all alone |
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And putting up your best fight |
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Left from the magazines |
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And bathrooms too small for your clothes |
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Your skin and bones |
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So if this sees eyes, which will keep you occupied |
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The logic of fashion |
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And name brand compassion |
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You're looking all right but in the mean time |
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I'll be playing the black keys |
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And singing the |
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West Coast |
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Blues tonight ' |
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Cuz in a dark light, everyone looks alike |
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Oh, Moneymaker, |
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Get down. |
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This is a holdup |
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I'm taking my respect back |
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Oh, Moneymaker, |
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Break down. |
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Triple digit ring, gold |
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Watch what plagues your filthy hands |
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And I've been thinking twice about the things |
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I say The choices |
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I made 'Cuz it comes right back |
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They conqueror it |
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And they lie |
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As always strive, |
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There will be no room for compromise, |
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Not even for you/tonight |
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I helped you find a home |
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If you want to write on now, ' |
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Cuz it's not like you to let go let go |
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Baby let yourself shine |
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Where did that girl |
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I run for go? |
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You grew up fast |
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I kept it slow |
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The logic of fashion |
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And name brand compassion |
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You're looking all right but in the mean time |
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I'll be playing the black keys |
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And singing the |
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West Coast |
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Blues tonight...tonight...tonight ' |
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Cuz in a dark light, everyone looks alike |
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Let's go Moneymaker, |
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Back down |
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I won't be seen with you |
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I won't kill the way you do |
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These walls are shaking |
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Right now |
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Be shot, we'll be starting fights |
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So we can all end this all tonight |
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We'll lets go |
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You showed her out |
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Lock the door |
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You sat and smiled |
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They wanted more |
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Be kind of cold if she calls her friends |
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Stuck a root to the bitter end |
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But you know |
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She's smiling |
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You know You're crying |
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You know She got so carried out |
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I've been trying to |
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Just to ask you |
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What went wrong? |
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So, if you're feeling too |
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Keep the feeling true |
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So if you're feeling too |
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Keep the feeling true |
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I've been trying to |
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Just to ask you |
