| My freaky dreams are all 'bout you
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| Conversations tore me through
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| I tried to get away but
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| Found myself go on
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| Promises are out of reach
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| You just practice what you preach
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| I can’t believe that you could
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| Make it all go wrong
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| With the queen of the streets I don’t wanna be
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| But from all these dreams I don’t wanna wake
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| Sometimes I wish you doubted too
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| Nothing of this I didn’t wanna shout
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| But what used to be mine belongs to the crowd
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| And what you did returns to you
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| There’s something on the inside I like
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| Something on the inside I like
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| Something on the inside making my dreams
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| Come outside
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| My freaky dreams are all 'bout you
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| Conversations tore me through
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| I tried to get away but
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| Found myself go on
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| Promises are out of reach
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| You just practice what you preach
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| I can’t believe that you could
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| Make it all go wrong
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| Every cloud is white if you look from above
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| But 'xept for these cigarettes there’s nothing left to love
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| Now what was narrow’s gotten broad
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| You knew I’d tolerate another dirty trick
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| But one day you’ll swallow that filthy stick
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| That keeps on coming down your throat
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| My freaky dreams are all 'bout you
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| Conversations tore me through
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| I tried to get away but
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| Found myself go on
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| My freaky dreams are all 'bout you
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| Conversations tore me through
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| I tried to get away but
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| Found myself go on
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| Promises are out of reach
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| You just practice what you preach
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| I can’t believe that you could
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| Make it all go wrong
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| How about a ride to another life?
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| Kiss them all goodbye |