| Who do you say is coming
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| Who do you say was here
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| Who do you say is lovely
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| 1 (Hustle)
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| She’s from Arizona, I might’ve known her
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| Blue boa, drinking on a holiday
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| Her mamas in a coma, flipped over
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| Out passed Sedona at the end of a holiday
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| Pre (Hustle)
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| Cars driving by match the stars in the sky (Hey-Ay, Whoa)
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| On that night everything was perfect (Ay-ay)
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| (Hill)
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| Who do you say is coming
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| Who do you say was here
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| Who do you say is lovely
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| Dragging his heels, Spinning his deals
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| He’s covered in snake skin gin
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| He’s covered, covered in snake skin gin
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| 2 (Hustle)
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| He was in a ship wreck, lived in a bottle neck
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| Half Aztec, limpin' 'cross the interstate
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| In the fast-lane, three months and back again
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| Eyes closed, driftin' 'cross the interstate
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| Pre (Hustle)
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| Chrous (Hill)
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| Bridge (Hill)
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| It’s always coming, it’s always near
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| It’s only lovely when you’re not here
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| It’s always coming, it’s always near
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| It’s only lovely when you take the spear
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| It’s always coming, it’s always near
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| It’s our only lovely fear
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| (Hill) |