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It's the fame that holds you in vain |
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but in your letter it's playing your game |
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It's so hard when love gets dark, in the summertime |
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and I got a bird, here in my ear, |
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when you get old, just pray |
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And I just got it all |
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from Mr. feeling wrong with money |
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and I'm gonna tell you one thing now... |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me so good |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me so good |
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Now it's cold and you're always involved |
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isn't it sad, oh so sad |
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when I've written it |
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A tutor of mine, coverover |
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laying all sleeping in the sand, |
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isn't it hard when love gets hard, |
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in the summertime |
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And I just got it all |
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from Mr. feeling wrong with money |
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and I'm gonna tell you one thing now... |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me so good |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me |
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The last time infected me so good |
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oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good |
