| Peace… I hate the word
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| As I hate hell
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| All Montagues
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| I had a dream last night…
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| 'Cause it looked just like a dream
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| I had a dream last night…
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| But it looked unlike a dream
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| Mercy, mercy I’m made of heart
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| Make me a suit so I can get it off
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| Heaven help me, my head’s spinnin' round
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| Stop this airplane cuz I got to get down!
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| I had a dream last night…
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| And it fit me like a glove
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| I had a dream last night…
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| And it fit me like a glove
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| Right on… Haha
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| Here’s to the Montagues
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| John Wayne and Betty Davis
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| And Romeo… he waved before
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| A chorus girl in Vegas
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| Yeah!
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| Juliet is up in heaven
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| A pocket full of pills
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| And Jesus drives to Mexico
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| To get her prescription filled!
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| I had a dream last night…
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| And it fit me like a glove
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| It was a scream last night
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| It was gettin' kinda fun
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| Yeah, rock out, whatever!
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| I had a dream last night…
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| Because she looked just like a dream
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| I had a dream last night…
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| Because she looked just like a dream
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| She was on fire last night…
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| And I was breathing gasoline
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| I had a dream last night…
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| And it fit me like a glove
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| I had a scream last night…
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| Lord above!
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| I didn’t know where to shake my butt
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| Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
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| I was more fucked up than your sister’s tackle box
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| 3AM to 5 O’clock
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| And one of us leaves
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| And I got shot
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| Shot me down
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| Yeah, whatever… rock out!
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| That’s it, that’s my rhyme
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| Take it to the street… beeeeatchh! |