| Since my heart is golden
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| I’ve got sense to hold it
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| Tempted just to make an ugly scene
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| No I’m not as proper
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| My money’s in copper
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| Ripped down from the brownstones to the street
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| Listen, I’m your friend don’t quote me
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| But not a friend worth noting
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| Yes, please don’t ever note me as your friend
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| Who says we have cold hearts
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| Acting out our old parts
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| Let’s perform our favourite little scene oh, oh, oh
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| I always let it get to my head
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| All your appeal, once again with feeling
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| Higher education making sense
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| Justify your thesis, certain that you need this
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| Tell me what your point is in defense
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get to my head
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get to my head
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get to my head |