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Original sin - I know what you like |
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And sinners ain't got nothin' on you |
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Personify their dreams & pacify the schemers |
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Welcome into the race |
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You got the mind for miracles |
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You got a smile to charm the dead |
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And you can always score with your 57' ford |
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But you can't get that wish out of your head |
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Start me up - Cos you know what I like |
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I like the way you makin' me laugh |
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I like the magic tricks and all the things you fix |
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Even when they ain't been broke |
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I like all your freakin' havoc |
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I like your dog that ain't been fed |
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I like your messed up face and your 67' case |
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But I can't get this wish out of my head |
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I don't know if it's the way you talk |
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That's drivin' me outta my mind |
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You gotta certain style - The way you walk that mile |
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Y'know I'm down with that |
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But have you ever even noticed |
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Or heard a single word I said |
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When your only friend left you with nothin' in the end |
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Cos we all want these wishes in our head |
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I don't want to draw the line |
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I ain't got that kind of time |
