| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| I did it for the beautiful, the people and then you
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| Breathing every day, smile even through the blue
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| Others wanna smother everything that’s new
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| Fuck that bullshit, bass God, I knew, I knew
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| Make love in the rain, haiku
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| New city quadrate told us to
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| Rock, we bump pumps in my new suits
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| So duck, duck, goose in my new coupe
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| My ruse, my move, my dance, my truth
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| My fridge, my food, I win, you lose
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| Tip to a murder scene, leave that clue
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| 'Cause the first 48 got nothing on you
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| New to my love, brand new view
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| Beat a dead horse till you make glue
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| Use that glue to hold up the truth
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| When the truth falls apart then blame the damn glue
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| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| Ok, we going knee on to Moses
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| Ahab looking for the whale, got Jonah
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| Open the box but now we can’t close it
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| That Pandora, the aura is lighting the ocean
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| Holding my hand while I’m leading devotion
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| The door is ajar, would you please leave it open?
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| We are the chosen ones, Guns and Roses
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| Lamb machines that dreams produce omens
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| Origami, that will fold over more than 9 times, then you fold Yoga
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| Down the rabbit hole, I crossed over
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| Sip the elixir, now I’m not sober
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| Ayatollah, keep your composure so I remember the glass is not kosher
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| Shaved ice right off my cold shoulders
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| My soul just had a foreclosure
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| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
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| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
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| Watch your head then stand your guard
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| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
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| Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun
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| Lost to the world 'cause the game isn’t fun
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| Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton
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| Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb
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| Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun
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| Lost to the world 'cause the game isn’t fun
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| Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton
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| Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carousels , by - CYNE. Song from the album All My Angles Are Right, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп