| If all of the world’s a stage
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| When the hell did I get paid?
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| If money talks in Jesus' name
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| Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be saved
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| Oh man, I’ve seen some things
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| You won’t believe me if I told you
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| And oh, I feel your pain
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| But you won’t believe me anyways
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| Cold blooded, ain’t it smooth sailing?
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| Lead your horses to the sea
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| Go-getter, I’m a baseball player
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| Catching dollars in my dreams
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| With diamonds at my feet, mmh
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| Diamonds at my feet, yeah
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| If all of the world’s a stage
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| Do we catch a break?
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| Who did I just play?
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| A rose by any other name
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| I’m still growing
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| Going out of state
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| They’ll try and cut you down
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| They want to change your ways
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| Oh man, I’ve seen some things
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| You won’t believe me if I told you
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| And oh, I feel your pain
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| But you won’t believe me anyways
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| Rough Rider, ain’t you? |
| Lone Ranger
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| Kissing babies when you speak
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| Star-studded like a real gunslinger
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| Shooting movies while you sleep
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| And dying in your dreams, mmh
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| Dying in your dreams, yeah, yeah
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| Woo, woo-hoo, ah
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| Have you ever had a one night stand that went good, then turned really bad?
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| Yeah, you have?
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| I went to bed with colonialism and it was exactly that
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| When their tough wooden ship docked on my land, I knew it was on
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| We journeyed to my space as day turned into night
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| It wasn’t long until we began to make sweet love inside of my own
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| thirteen-poled teepee
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| We laid on beaver pelts beside the fire, steamy, passionate
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| I’m talkin' shoulder rubs, neck kissing, ass grabbing foreplay
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| Dead stars flicker above, Earth twirl slowly
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| They spoke a language I couldn’t understand
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| No matter, words weren’t needed for the kind of love we had
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| The fire smoldered out by the cold temperatures of morning, grass frozen
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| I woke up, they were gone, it was odd
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| They didn’t stay for moose meat
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| I couldn’t even introduce them to my family and friends
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| I tracked back our steps from the shore and seen that not only were they still
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| here, there was more
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| I couldn’t believe my eyes
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| Not one, not two, but three ships had docked on my land
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| I ran up to welcome them, only to find them a lot more colder
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| The sun was up but it didn’t feel warm
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| I waved when they walked towards me and they just bumped my shoulder,
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| transfixed on something behind me
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| My heart started racing, my stomach in knots
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| «Was I bad?» |
| I thought
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| No, it couldn’t be that |