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Diamonds is gold |
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And the ocean is a lake |
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That mountains just a hill |
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Those buildings are fake |
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Water tastes like pennies |
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Christmas tastes like june |
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The city tastes like gasoline |
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And the lies all taste like truth |
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He ain't your lover |
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He ain't your friend |
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That scarecrow's not your father |
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Them cars ain't the wind |
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Oh lord how you shine to me |
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Oh god how you glow to me |
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My fortune is made of nickels |
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Kings are shaking dimes |
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In their pockets as they stalk the allies waiting for their time |
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The wars are fought for silent trophies |
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And ladies fake the news |
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Caking up their cold sores while the cleaner steals my suit |
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You can't count on taxes |
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But your debt is up and gone |
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Left us hear to fade away |
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Sing a wrinkled songs |
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Oh lord how you shine to me |
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Oh god how you glow to me |
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Oh lord how she shines to me |
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Oh god how she glows to me |
