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Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there |
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What it is, what it is? |
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Ain't no wonder at all |
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You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth |
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Like it is, like it is |
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Let whole world turn you on |
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Oh villains turned lovers, alive on your bosom |
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Born wounded and in it |
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Yeah, God made you strong |
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There will be none left to drag away under your rule |
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Bang, bang the drum |
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Children having fun with the blues |
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Let your laws come undone |
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Don't suffer your crimes |
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Let the love in your heart take control |
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Big city lights have wound us so tight |
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Statesmen and clergy |
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Banished kids open your eyes |
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Alien fascist, alien with the devil |
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No provocation |
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Let the whole world turn us on |
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There will be none left to drag away under your rule |
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Bang, bang the drum |
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Children having fun with the blues |
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Let your laws come undone |
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Don't suffer your crimes |
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Let the love in your heart take control |
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Let your laws come undone |
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Don't suffer your crimes |
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Let the love in your heart take control |
