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Adoration, adoration |
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Baby, when will you get your fill |
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Adulation, adulation |
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You know baby, I don't think you ever will |
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You're always talkin' about just livin' for the moment |
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An' bein' a romantic in you, you talk about freedom |
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But you don't know what freedom is |
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No, you don't know where freedom lives |
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You, you don't know, exactly what you feel |
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No you, you don't know, exactly what is real |
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But I'm gonna show you how it feels |
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To feel goodbye |
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Desolation, desolation |
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You finally brought it down to the same foreground |
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Desperation, desperation |
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You don't know how crazy you sound |
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You're always talkin' about, my like of class |
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The way I, hold my glass |
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And even though the way I smoke and |
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Lord, I didn't even smoke, Lord, I didn't even smoke |
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But I, I met you and you had to change my hair |
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And I, I met you and you had to show me what to wear |
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But I'm gonna show you how it feels |
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To feel goodbye |
