| Oh, the loneliest girl in town
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| Is bought for pennies a price
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| We dress her up in lovely gowns
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| She’s easy on the eyes
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| Her soul is black and it’s a fact
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| That her sneer will eat you alive
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| And the buyer always brings her back
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| Because all she does is cry
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| So take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| Ask for forgiveness, never permission
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t giv a damn
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| It’s in the blood and this is tradition
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Oh, the lonelist girl in town
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| Was bought for plenty a price
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| Well, they dress her up in golden crowns
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| His smile hides a lie
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| She smiles back, but it’s a fact
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| That her fear will eat her alive
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| Well, she got the life that she wanted
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| But now all she does is cry
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| Ask for forgiveness, never permission
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| It’s in the blood and this is tradition
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| You can’t take it back, it’s good as gone
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| Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song
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| And I hope what’s left will last all summer long
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| And they said that boys were boys, but they were wrong
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| Ask for forgiveness, never permission
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| It’s in the blood and this is tradition
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| Ask for forgiveness, never permission
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| Take what you want, take what you can
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| Take what you please, don’t give a damn
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| It’s in the blood and this is tradition
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| (It's good as gone) |