| Come on, Baby, skim the top with me
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| I’ll tell you stories 'bout victory
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| I used to be a dreamer just like you
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| And then my pocket told me what to do
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| All things are looking good from where I sit
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| Or in the United States of who gives a shit
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| Sucking love from wherever I can
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| Cashing Satan’s checks with my dick in my hand
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| Talkin' 'bout a free ride
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| Talkin' 'bout a landslide
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| You’re wanted on the 3rd eye, Baby
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| I’m talkin' 'bout a landslide
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| Now I’m living on top of it
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| Sweet little slice, I’ll give you what you need
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| Just give your card and your soul to me
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| Talkin' 'bout a free ride
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| Talkin' 'bout a landslide
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| You’re wanted on the 3rd eye, Baby
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| I’m talkin' 'bout a landslide
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| Now I’m living on top of it |