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Crush my calm you cassavetes |
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I was sitting tight so quiet quiet |
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In the dark till the lights came up my heart |
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Beating like a riot riot |
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Hollywood are you sitting on a sign |
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For someone to come on bust a genre |
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You poor city of shame |
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Ask me what you're needing |
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I'll sell you his name |
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cos he was the one to send it with truth |
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That's something from someone |
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And gena rowlands complete control for cassavetes |
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If it's not for sale you can't buy it buy it |
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Sad-eyed mogul reaching for your wallet |
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Like hand to holster why don't you try it try it |
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Hollywood are you waiting on a sign |
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For someone to come on bust a genre |
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You poor city of shame |
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Ask me what you're needing |
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I'll front you his name |
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cos he was the one to send it with truth |
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that's something from someone and gena rowlands |