| It’s the fame that holds you in vain
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| But in your letter it’s playing your game
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| It’s so hard when love gets dark, in the summertime
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| And I got a bird, here in my ear
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| Telling me stories all made by fears who will come true
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| When you get old, just pray
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| And I just got it all
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| From Mr. feeling wrong with money
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| And I’m gonna tell you one thing now…
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me so good
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me so good
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| Now it’s cold and you’re always involved
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| Into this song all made by code
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| Isn’t it sad, oh so sad
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| When I’ve written it
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| A tutor of mine, coverover
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| Laying all sleeping in the sand
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| Isn’t it hard when love gets hard
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| In the summertime
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| And I just got it all
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| From Mr. feeling wrong with money
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| And I’m gonna tell you one thing now…
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me so good
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me
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| The last time infected me so good
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| Oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good, oh so good |