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Well just the other day |
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While alone in my room |
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I said to myself |
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I need something new |
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I've cut a new life slice |
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And feed the lions twice |
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And they'll shake their mains |
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In confusion |
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My love, my love's in vain |
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My love |
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Put a bet on everything |
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It'll come up fine |
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My fingers are crossed |
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And tapping in time |
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You got a pretty face |
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Such a pretty pretty face |
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You can brush your own mane |
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Fame is your pain |
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My love, my love's in vain |
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My love |
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Maybe an older woman will |
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Show me a way to |
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Ease those creases and |
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Crave no reason cause |
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Reasons are with gods |
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There's a heaven within me |
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But we all shake our manes |
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In confusion |
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Should I grab you by the collar? |
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Or just go my way |
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With a knife between my |
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Clean white teeth? |
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Don't want your feather in my cap |
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Don't care about that |
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You can fuck your own mane |
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Fame is your pain |
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My love, my love's in vain |
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My love |