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Bless your soul |
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Uh! Hand's up put them high to the sky, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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Not, not, we not tryin' to fight, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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We live fast ain't time for wakin' up |
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I make time, then we be breakin' up. |
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So ask God, give me one more try, |
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Let me set your soul on fire. [Verse 1] |
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She said it's her time, |
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I asked whens mine |
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I said boy |
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I'm tryin' to windle your money like |
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Ben Stein |
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So I just circle back, |
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I built 'em the |
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Venn Die You know they figure, the figures every man lies. |
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And every girl cheats, so let up of both us |
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And then try to cover up and you would try to pull |
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LeAnn Rhymn. |
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So fuck it, |
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I bailed, |
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Yup, let me leave for the night though. |
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Room full of nice suits, |
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American Pyscho |
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Aight though, let me say a toast, |
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Pull the glasses out. |
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Now pour the gasoline, put the fucking matches out. |
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I asked her, "Where to sleep?" |
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She pointed "that's the couch" |
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I heard it on the street, and |
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I ain't have to ask around. ' |
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Cause news travels real fast 'round these parts, |
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So if you jump the gun, you never get it to restart. |
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You say love is fun, you must have been a retard. |
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We only looking for somewhere to be part, until we on fire. [Chorus] |
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Hand's up put them high to the sky, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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Not, not, we not tryin' to fight, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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We live fast ain't time for wakin' up |
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I make time, then we be breakin' up. |
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So ask God, give me one more try, |
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Let me set your soul on fire. [Verse 2] |
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Rollin' out of my bed, taking longer then |
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I'm s'pposed tah |
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With so many girls they actin' like they already home, so |
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You ever see a model in the morning? |
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Get your hopes up. |
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She went from |
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Heidi Klum into having close-ups. |
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And now that |
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I assume, everybody takin' posters and glamour shots |
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We turnin' fake the second they turn the camera on. |
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Waitress' waitin' for their break like |
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Cameron Diaz, |
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We spaz on drugs |
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Tiama on, |
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We bad, like |
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Mike, I am the king of the |
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Camelot. We grab every chance, somehow now man |
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LeBron Feed that, uh, there is to much heat in the |
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Amazon. Read that like as |
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I may be coming back, like |
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I never was, |
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Trophies as a kid, there ain't no room to make my shelf fit. |
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Just because |
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I want it all, doesn't mean |
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I'm selphish. |
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Never really listened 'til my eardrums melted. |
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Uh, Van Gogh, |
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Van Kicks, |
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Van pelt that fire! [Chorus] |
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Hand's up put them high to the sky, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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Not, not, we not tryin' to fight, |
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Let me set your soul on fire tonight. |
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We live fast ain't time for wakin' up |
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I make time, then we be breakin' up. |
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So ask God, give me one more try, |
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Let me set your soul on fire. [Outro] |
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Hands up, put them, hands up put them, |
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Hands up put them high to the sky. |
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Hands up, put them, hands up put them, |
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Hands up put them high to the sky. |
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Hands up, put them, hands up put them, |
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Hands up put them high to the sky. |
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Hands up, put them, hands up put them, |
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Hands up put them high to the sky. |
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I will set your soul, |
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I will set your soul. |
