| The lights are so bright
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| All the things you wanted, set within your sights
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| You sell your soul tonight
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| And in the morning, something’s not quite right
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| And every Friday night
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| You’ve spent all your money, it’s turned daylight
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| Well, if it’s wrong or right
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| Some things are funny under street lights
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Yeah, the lights are so bright
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| All the things you wanted, set within your sights
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything
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| Sell you everything, sell me everything |