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I could be left, you could be right* |
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I could be day, you could be night |
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On the outside it look so nice, look so nice, |
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But on the inside, all we do is fight |
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And burn, riding backs but never learn |
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Draw the lines, silly hats, |
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With none of us wanting to be over |
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Call me bitching and kicking them bars |
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You'll be breaking the dishes, oh yeah |
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Never seen like it... all |
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Still we don't wanna miss it, no ah |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, you |
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I love you, ah |
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I love you, aha, aha |
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You could white, I could be black |
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You could be jill I could be jack |
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And on the outside it looks untracked, |
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But we run back, back, back, yeah |
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And burn, riding backs but never learn |
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Draw the lines, silly hats, |
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With none of us wanting to be over |
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Call me bitching and kicking them bars |
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You'll be breaking the dishes, oh yeah |
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Never seen like it... all |
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Still we don't wanna miss it, no ah |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, you |
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I love you, ah |
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I love you, aha, aha |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, aha |
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I love you, you |
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I love you, ah |
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I love you, yeah, ah. |