| Somebody told me
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| If you’re a good girl
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| Everything promised will work out fine
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| Dreaming of deserts
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| Tropical angels
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| Takin' my hand in Arabian nights
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| Now I’m feeling sentimental
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| I can feel the weight of the moon
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| Now I’m feeling existential
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| Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry
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| Blame it on the summer night
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| Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
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| Blame it on the evening star
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| Young mopes are blessed
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| Young mopes are gone
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| Everything happens for one hundred reasons
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| That’s what they tell you
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| Then you’re alone
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| Roses at weddings
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| Poetic nightmares
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| Domestic murder
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| And bullets of chrome
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| Now I’m feeling sentimental
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| I can feel the weight of the moon
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| Now I’m feeling existential
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| Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry
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| Blame it on the summer night
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| Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
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| Blame it on the evening star
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| Young mopes are blessed
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| Young mopes are gone
|
| Blame it on the summer night
|
| Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
|
| Blame it on the evening star
|
| Young mopes are blessed
|
| Young mopes are gone
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| Now I’m feeling sentimental
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| I can feel the weight of the moon
|
| Now I’m feeling existential
|
| Feel my heartbeat, hollow and dry
|
| Blame it on the summer night
|
| Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
|
| Blame it on the evening star
|
| Young mopes are blessed
|
| Young mopes are gone
|
| Blame it on the summer night
|
| Young mopes got trashed and lost the fight
|
| Blame it on the evening star
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| Young mopes are blessed
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| Young mopes are gone |