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You say i'm the one that used to get you so high |
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Now sugar of angels is always worth another try |
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You claim that you're mellow but you're stuck in a war |
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Take one good look |
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Now tell me why you sore |
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You still got my money and you're sitting on dessert |
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You like to keep it coming though you know it's gonna hurt |
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Flat tyer desire boiling on the pressure cooker |
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You say bring it on |
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C'mon just a little bit harder |
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And you know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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That times are a changing |
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And everybody's growing |
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But you're not moving on |
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Parading your freedom |
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Through the bars you hide behind |
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But i see the child |
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Look through the windows of your mind |
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I've seen you naked |
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So free and wild |
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I know most of what you hide |
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And you know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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That times are a changing |
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And everybody's growing |
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But you're not moving on |
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And you know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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You know it |
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That times are a changing |
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And everybody's growing |
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But you're not moving on |
