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Something good, oh something good, oh something good, |
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Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now |
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Get high, hit the floor before you go |
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Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport |
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But something good, oh something good, oh something good |
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Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now |
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Forty-eight thousand seats bleats |
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And roars for my memories of you |
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Now that I'm fully clean |
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The matador is no more and is dragged from view |
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Get high, hit the floor before you go |
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Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport |
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Forty-eight thousand seats bleats |
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And roars for my memories of you |
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Now that I am clean |
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The matador is no more and is dragged from view |
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But something good, oh something good, oh something good |
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Oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now |
