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1,2,3,4 |
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Look at you man,look at the band |
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Look at the day,don't throw it away |
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I need a pill and a coffe re-fill |
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And everything is gonna be alright |
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I swear |
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Look at your cat and your eighty square flat |
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Look at your view over Stockholm's Zoo |
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Maybe I'm wrong but maybe I'm right |
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'Cause I guess I'm born black and white |
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You know you could be a rock n' roll star |
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No matter who you are |
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It's all the same 'cause you're a real dead end |
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That's what you are |
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Believe I'm gonna have myself a ball |
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And I don't care if you don't like |
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How I act when I'm on top of your wife |
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I'm going down,I'm running up |
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much |
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So hold your fire,I'm coming through |
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom |
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Now everybody wanna dance with you |
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I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue |
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Everybody wanna talk too much |
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But all I want is you |
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Look at your amount on your credit card account |
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A billion dollar tour but I just go far |
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Heads up,legs up,stay-ups,fuck-ups |
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'Cause everything is gonna be alright,right |
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Well,I said,right,right,right |
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That's what you are |
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(Guitar solo) |
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That's what you are |
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Believe I'm gonna have myself a bomb |
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And I don't care if you don't like |
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How I act when I'm on top of your wife |
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I'm going down,I'm running up |
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much |
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So hold you fire,I'm coming through |
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom |
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I'm going down,I'm running up |
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I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much |
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So hold your fire,I'm coming through |
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I've gotta kill another bottle of doom |
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Now everybody wanna dance with you |
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I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue |
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Everybody wanna talk too much |
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But all I want is you |
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Yeah,all I want is you |
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So why can't I have you? |
