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Come on, come out of the rain. |
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You're not oppressed you're just too learned. |
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I took the book, |
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I lit the page - your sabbatical was burning. |
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage. |
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Lick my lips, twist my hips, but |
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Contessa.... |
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I already did. |
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Some things work but me |
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I choose to lose my skin in the dirt. |
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This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive. |
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet. |
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Lick my lips, twist my hips, but |
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Contessa..... |
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I already did.(Refrain til it fades out) |
