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Now that the Cay's in place |
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Where the sea is to be |
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It seems to be that I'm seasoned |
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To be in a season of the old me |
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I wouldn't trade my place |
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I got no reason |
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To be weathered and withering |
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Like in a season of the old me |
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Bust the lock off the front door |
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Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore |
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Light the light on the front porch |
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Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore |
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And now it's on and now it's on |
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Now that the lake's in place |
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Where the dead sea is to be |
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It seems that I'm seasoned |
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To be in a season of the old me |
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I wouldn't trade my place |
|
I got no reason |
|
To be weathered and withering |
|
Like in a season of the old me |
|
Bust the lock off the front door |
|
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore |
|
Light the light on the front porch |
|
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore |
|
And now it's on and now it's on |
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And now it's on and now it's on |
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And now it's on and now it's on |
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And now it's on |
