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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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That seeks to be amused |
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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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That's in it real quick before I'm done |
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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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Cause oh oh oh |
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When the world stays spinning |
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I feel tied |
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And oh oh oh |
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Where's exotic living like in Mumbai |
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And oh oh oh |
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When the world stays spinning |
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I feel tied |
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And oh oh oh |
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There's a high beam in a low side |
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How would I go |
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I don't even know |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Down the yellow road |
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Rushed in syllables |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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That sticks to black like a parasite |
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Damn it I hate to be the type |
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Cause oh oh oh |
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When the world stays spinning |
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I feel tied |
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And oh oh oh |
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Where's exotic living like in Mumbai |
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And oh oh oh |
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When the world stays spinning |
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I feel tied |
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Then oh oh oh |
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There's a high beam in a low side |
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How would I go |
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I don't even know |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Down the yellow road |
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Rushed in syllables |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June |
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Sitting by the fire Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June |
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Sitting by the fire How would I go |
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I don't even know |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Down the yellow road |
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Rushed in syllables |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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How would I go |
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I don't even know |
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If I found myself a limerence of my own |
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Down the yellow road |
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Rushed in syllables |
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If I found myself a limerence |
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(How would I go, I don't even know) |
