| Want you to have the time of your life
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| Want you to have the time of your life
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| Want you to have the time of your life
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| Want you to have the time…
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| Down on the street
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| Where the cool kids meet
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| There’s a vision that don’t match the sound
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| You’re cool, girl, you’re cool, girl, too cool
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| It’s hard to beat
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| When the company you keep
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| Is a sign of the times in your town
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| Argh, don’t start me on your friends
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| I keep my mind on track
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| While you drive me insane
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| And if the walls don’t crack
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| Well, I’m doin' okay
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| And even I know that
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| You’re above me, you don’t love me
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| No more
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| No more
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| The come down was real!
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| Nothin' more dangerous
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| Than comin' down from you, girl
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| Okay, okay
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| You fancy, huh? |
| The come down was real!
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| Nothin' more dangerous
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| Than comin' down from you
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| Nothin' more dangerous than comin' down
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| From you, girl
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| A little high, the sun just came out
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| What the fuck were them last six months about?
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| Was down, I was down out for the count
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| Over some girl I ain’t even mad about (bullshit)
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| Okay, yeah, that was false
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| She looked better than me when she wore my clothes
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| And it was golden till one moment in time
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| She saw one of her friends in a grocery line
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| And she freaked, actin' like Miley Cyrus
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| Suddenly didn’t know me, signs of alzheimer’s
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| Kicked in, I was like, «Hey, I’m Paul»
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| She acted like Dennis Rodman with a basketball
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| On the defensive, vented, blocked me out
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| Just a rebound in the scheme of ours
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| I ain’t playin' around witchu, ain’t no Tiger Woods
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| Baby, 'cause
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| I keep my mind on track
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| While you drive me insane
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| And if the walls don’t crack
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| Well, I’m doin' okay
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| And even I know that
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| You’re above me, you don’t love me
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| No more
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| No more
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| The come down was real!
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| Nothin' more dangerous
|
| Than comin' down from you, girl
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| Okay, okay
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| You fancy, huh? |
| The come down was real!
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| Nothin' more dangerous
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| Than comin' down from you
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| Nothin' more dangerous than comin' down
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| From you, girl, okay, okay
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| That arse looked good when you walked away
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| Uh, yeah
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| And it took a little while just to get me here
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| Me here, yo, girl
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| But I’m feelin' like Tom Cruise: little bit crazy
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| I’m dancin' on the Chesterfield, yo, I’m feelin' great
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| Must’ve been the day you blocked me
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| Or the day you forgot my birthday present
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| But it was freedom, that first amendment
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| You ain’t no Yoko, I ain’t no Lennon, love
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| Nah, think you’re above me
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| Treat me like I’m six-feet deep, not a zombie
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| fantasy ain’t playin' Jumanji
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| Crack under your games like Humpty Dumpty
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| Never the same, maintain we’re different
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| You ashamed I played no instrument
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| And had no interest in and how I get
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| Down, down, down, down, down
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| Down the street
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| Where the cool kids meet
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| There’s a vision that don’t match the sound
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| You’re cool, girl, you’re cool, girl, you’re cool
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| It’s hard to beat
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| When the company you keep
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| Is a sign of the times in your town
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| Okay, don’t love me
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| Keep my mind on track
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| While you drive me insane
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| And if the walls don’t crack
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| Well, I’m doin' okay
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| And even I know that
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| You’re above me, you don’t love me
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| No more, no more
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| No more, but yo
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| The come down was real!
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| Nothin' more dangerous
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| Than comin' down from you, girl
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| Okay, okay
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| You fancy, huh? |
| The come down was real!
|
| Nothin' more dangerous
|
| Than comin' down from you
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| Nothin' more dangerous than comin' down
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| From you, girl, okay, okay, okay
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| That arse looked good when you walked away |