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With the sirens outside |
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He's got something to show me |
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And where I have been |
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Oh I wish I could have told him |
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My past is like an apple tree |
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Does he ever wanna taste it? |
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Ever since he came here through my bedroom door |
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I've been a wild child, I've been a wild child |
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He showed me his palace |
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And he showed me his monkey |
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And I changed my accent |
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So that he could understand me |
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He said, love is like a shiny plate |
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And we're dancing on the cold steel |
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Ever since he came here through my bedroom door |
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I've been a wild child, I've been a wild child |
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I've been a wild child, I've been a wild child |
