| They like to sing another round but I just bruised what bruised to me
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| And I seen my starlit lay here, she walked out with me
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| But I take my feet and hold the rope
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| One more right between the eyes and I’d be all she wants
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| We’ve got the world babe, it’s painted on our face
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| And all these working games, are quickly going vain
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| If we don’t take a king, we’re gonna have to change
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| My team, my place, my eyes and all the same we got to blame
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| Mary list lied for there was by for old king
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| And we could take anyway to way
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| But these problems better left to be bothered for another day
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| We’ve got the world babe, it’s painted on our face
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| And all these working games, are quickly going vain
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| If we don’t take a king, we’re gonna have to change
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| We’ve got the world babe, it’s painted on our face
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| And all these working games, are quickly going vain
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| If we don’t take a king, we’re gonna have to change |