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Heads that turn won't stay put |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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Stumbled dance, a gunshot foot |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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Loose neck grip is tightly fit |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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Pistol poor and pistol whipped |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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I'm a big boy, |
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I'm a big star |
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What's a decoy, what's a guitar |
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Chewing gum, sucking thumb |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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Left bank highs an eastside run |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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I'm a big boy, |
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I'm a big star |
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Oh to destroy what's done so far |
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I'd cry for you if you would too |
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Beauty unto it's own |
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Sad is bad when sad is good |