| You can take a lot off baby
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| Just don’t put it on me
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| I was up too late
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| and I can’t quite take what you need
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| You want faith, love and happiness
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| But you’d take one of three
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| In a ruthless world
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| if you learn ti steal then it’s free
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| So I say
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| Gimmie all your tokens and all your cheese
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| My preoccupation is all your money
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| Give me real devotions and conspiracies
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| My life’s pure ambition no it’s not funny
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| Every single second of every single day
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| I was out of tune when I thought I sounded great
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| You were off the beat so I knew it was fate
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| A little bit of love to fuel all the hate
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| You can take a lot off baby
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| Just don’t put it on me
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| Have you figured it out
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| what you want your life to be?
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| Do you want to go out
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| and see
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| what the world’s about?
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| If it ain’t your thing
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| We can sit inside the tower and just sing
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| Like «WHOOOOOOOO»
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| So I say
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| Give me all your paper and all your trees
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| My preoccupations are drugs and money
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| Feed me weaker nations and right wing memes
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| My life’s pure ambition no it’s not funny
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| I may have overstepped but I realized way too late
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| That I was out of tune when I thought I sounded great
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| Nail me to a car and hang me in the Tate
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| I want to live art, I crave a sealed fate
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| Show me all your papers and all your cheese
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| My preoccupations are oil and money
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| Feed me real devotion and all seven seas
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| My life’s pure ambition no it’s not funny
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| I’m a man of the world but I never leave the saints
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| And I was out of tune when I thought I sounded great
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| You were out of tune so I knew it was fate
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| A little bit of love to fuel all the hate |