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It's just like you oh Chelsea Blue |
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to ask me to fly and then you tether my wings |
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I always knew oh Chelsea Blue |
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how cold is the blood that flows through your veins |
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you patronize and you condescend |
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you delude yourself and you pretend |
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Too often wiser but also more despised |
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I swear by all the saints I will avenge you |
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I'm not ungracious but I'm also not obliged |
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And I won't apologise if I offend you |
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One man's trash is another's treasure |
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And one man's poison is another's pleasure |
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There's always two sides to a story |
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Do you abhor me or adore me? |
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I've been dying to tell you Chelsea Chelsea Blue |
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That privilege is a flight of your conceited imagination |
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Does it surprise you that I despise you? |
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And I thank God for my emancipation |
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You raise your sword to my olive branch |
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And your empire falls like an avalanche |
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How can you live in such denial? |
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Small minded prejudice is so vile |
