| Oooh Oooh
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| Oooh Oooh
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| Oooh Oooh
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| Right
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| I be on my own
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| Scouring the globe in designer clothes
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| Surfing on the waves, million dollar boats
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| Really want to stay, but I gotta go
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| Searching for the pot of gold
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| Like a domino
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| Fall into the flame, but designed to float
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| My heart is made of shame, its a hollow home
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| Caught up in a game where the liars go
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| What’d you say, I don’t know
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| We all got problems, don’t need yours
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| But keep that shit on record
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| What the hell ya’ll be lookin' at me for
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| We all just ordinary people
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| Can’t see, won’t speak no evil
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| I peep through that old key hole
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| Don’t think you need that ego
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| Where them high hoes meet the street floor
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| I’m free form on fly
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| Can’t nobody hold me except moi
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| Don’t nobody know who gets to ride
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| Losing control from the driver’s side
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| Oh little did we know we were home the whole time
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| Highs with the lows and the lows with the highs
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| From the seed to the fruit, from the vine to the wine
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| From the tree to the root, to the child inside
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| Ooooooh
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| Oooh weh oooh
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| Oooh weh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| On my own
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| In designer clothes
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| Million dollar boats
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| But I gotta go, searching for the pot of gold
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| On my own
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| In designer clothes
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| Million dollar boats
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| But I gotta go, searching for the pot of gold |