| Car, gold shimmer
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| Lights get dimmer
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| Fog is setting in the Colorado in the winter
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| Your body flows like liquor
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| Breathing in your words like you’re a cold blood killer
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| Roll the windows down
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| The grass is greener up on our side
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| Pull up to paradise
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| Every night is royal treatment
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| Simple life, sipping like we’re needed
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately
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| Every night we can’t unsee it
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| Blowing smoke to the sky to save it
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately
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| To the whip, to the bar, to my face in the dirt
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| Stumble down the driveway, champagne drips on my face
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| Smoke is getting thicker
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| Vision starts to flicker
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| Fixing for another like a cold blood killer
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| Another trip, another fight
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| Rolled up bills
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| But we can’t disappear out of sight
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| Every night is royal treatment
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| Simple life, sipping like we’re needed
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately
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| Every night we can’t unsee it
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| Blowing smoke to the sky to save it
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately
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| Got millions, but still so lost
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Is it ever enough?
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| These demons come with the cost
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Every night is royal treatment
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| Simple life, sipping like we’re needed
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately
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| Every night we can’t unsee it
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| Blowing smoke to the sky to save it
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| Been kicking stones in the Hamptons lately |