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Go back to those gold soundz |
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And keep my advent to your self |
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Because it's nothing i don't like |
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Is it a crisis or a boring change? |
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When it's central, so essential, |
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It has a nice ring when you laugh |
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At the low life opinions |
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And they're coming to the chorus now... |
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I keep your address to myself 'cause we need secrets |
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We need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now |
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Because i never wanna make you feel |
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That you're social |
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Never ignorant soul |
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Believe in what you wanna do |
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And do you think that is a major flaw |
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When they rise up in the falling rain |
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And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down |
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The trial's over, weapon's found |
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Keep my address to myself because it's secret |
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Cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now |
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So drunk in the august sun |
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And you're the kind of girl i like |
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Because you're empty and i'm empty |
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And you can never quarantine the past |
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Did you remember in december |
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That i won''t eat you when i'm gone |
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And if i go there, i won't stay there |
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Because i'm sitting here too long |
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I've been sitting here too long |
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And i've been wasted |
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Advocating that word for the last word |
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Last words come up all you've got to waste |
