| A little bit all of the time
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| Just to fool you, it’s alright
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| Between a heart
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| A box and a line
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| It’s the life
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| If I was gold, if I was gold
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| If I was gold would you shoot me down
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| You’ve got a right to know it’s all in my head
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| So put it on and help me pretend
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| There’s a hole that I need there, go
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| To whichever way we choose to ignore it
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| For whichever way, I know it
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| It’s over my heart
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| The little part you ripped out
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| With the truth, ooh, and
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| I could be your down
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| You could shoot me around
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| I could be your down
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| 'Cause you shoot me down
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| You’ve got a right to know
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| Please don’t even ignore it
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| So put it on and help me pretend
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| You’ve got it, no star’s insecure
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Like no star ever could
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| There’s a little bit of bad in good
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| And there’s a little bit of good in bad
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| If I was gold, if I was gold
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| If I was gold would you shoot me down
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| You’ve got a right to know it’s all in my mind
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| It’s no star all of the time
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| For there’s a little bit of bad in good
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, no, no, no
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| Like no star ever could
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| There’s a little bit of bad in good
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| And there’s a little bit of good in bad
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| I guess a little bit of good ain’t bad
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| A little bit all of the time
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| A little bit, it’s alright
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| A little bit all of the time |