| Yeah, I know a place where kings and paupers
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| Drink with the dreamers and the cheaters and the lawyers
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| And the dealers deal aces from a loaded stack of cards
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| Now what if I told you a place existed
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| Where the magic in the air tastes like moonlight on the lips
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| And no hand in the deck can beat a pair of hearts?
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| Everybody’s got their arms around
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| Everybody else’s shoulders
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| Guardin' against the world outside
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| Like an army of Friday night soldiers
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| The battle wages tomorrow
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| But tonight you don’t give a damn
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| Wish you could stay the way I see you
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| Through my Ray-Bans
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I see a place where a moment in time
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| Is a kaleidoscope of color on a canvas of white
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| Where the voices roar at the noise of the poet’s rhyme
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| Would you believe my story or buy what I’m sellin'
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| If I told you the tale I’m in the middle of tellin'
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| Is as true as the blue in the grass or the green in the sky?
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| Everybody’s got their arms around
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| Everybody else’s shoulder
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| Guardin' against the world outside
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| Like an army of Friday night soldiers
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| The battle wages tomorrow
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| But tonight we don’t give a damn
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| Wish you could stay the way I see you
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| Through my Ray-Bans
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Everybody’s got their arms around
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| Everybody else’s shoulders
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| Guardin' against the world outside
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| Like an army of Friday night soldiers
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| The battle wages tomorrow
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| But tonight we’ve got a drink in our hand
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| Wish you could stay the way I see you
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| Through my Ray-Bans
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh, ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh, ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh, ooh) |