| Adoration, adoration
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| Baby, when will you get your fill
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| Adulation, adulation
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| You know baby, I don’t think you ever will
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| You’re always talkin' about just livin' for the moment
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| An' bein' a romantic in you, you talk about freedom
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| But you don’t know what freedom is
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| No, you don’t know where freedom lives
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| You, you don’t know, exactly what you feel
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| No you, you don’t know, exactly what is real
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| But I’m gonna show you how it feels
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| To feel goodbye
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| Desolation, desolation
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| You finally brought it down to the same foreground
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| Desperation, desperation
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| You don’t know how crazy you sound
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| You’re always talkin' about, my like of class
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| The way I, hold my glass
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| And even though the way I smoke and
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| Lord, I didn’t even smoke, Lord, I didn’t even smoke
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| But I, I met you and you had to change my hair
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| And I, I met you and you had to show me what to wear
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| But I’m gonna show you how it feels
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| To feel goodbye |