nine lives
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She is like a cat
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And it's easy to soar with her
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Not falling is so hard
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nine lives
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She is like a cat
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And it's easy to soar with her
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Not falling is so hard
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A little first right on the table
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This is for all my bitches
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She's a hyperbole from the bottom
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And it's so cool
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Look at yourself in the mirror, lol
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You got ripped off, you got ripped off
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And we are cat and mouse with a bitch above the sky
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It's too hard to survive where you haven't been
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She knows all the secrets, holds tight with a thread
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Look into it, because the bitch has nine lives
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There is no lump in your throat
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If together - only to the morgue,
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But I stupidly couldn't
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After all, my fate knocks everyone around
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Stop, cat
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You stand on your own
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I know how you lie to me
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Because the three of us
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You, your friend, my face
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Numb not without chalk
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Did business and left
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You are tired, you found another
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And you know what I'm talking about, bitch
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nine lives
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She is like a cat
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And it's easy to soar with her
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Not falling is so hard
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nine lives
|
She is like a cat
|
And it's easy to soar with her
|
Not falling is so hard
|
A little first right on the table
|
This is for all my bitches
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She's a hyperbole from the bottom
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And it's so cool
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Look at yourself in the mirror, lol
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You got ripped off, you got ripped off
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My first life
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She will spend, returning home by ten
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To mom and dad
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But the second will live alone
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In a small house
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Working all day on a miserable salary
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To buy myself a dress for a third life
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And turn it into a day off
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This cat spends its fourth life with me
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Dreaming when I'm at her feet,
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And I will stupidly be in it, like a cat in boots,
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But we are not a couple
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If you think about something more than fucking
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And the fifth life turns into a crash
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Kitty wants (meow) and goes into the darkness
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There is another guy, his name is Mark
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And he is in a foreign car with the number 6666
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Carries her in his arms
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You are his charm
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If you take him out 9999
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In the life of the seventh
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That is the eighth in life
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You will be well-groomed and well-fed
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True, full of shit
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And you'll be long dead by the ninth |