| 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
|
| She is like a cat
|
| And it's easy to soar with her
|
| Not falling is so hard
|
| 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
|
| She's a hyperbole from the bottom
|
| 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 |