| Sort of wonder why No one said a word
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| Don’t you like it on the sly?
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| Don’t you like it till it hurts?
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| Have I been on your mind? |
| What’s a voice without a song?
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| Something in your head You’ve been fighting all the long…
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| I don’t want to say it, The news is not so good
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| We’ll never get away, And even if we could
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| We’d just play the tambourine Around an open flame
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| Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
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| 'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
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| And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
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| Raw sugar
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| I don’t want to die living in a high rise grave
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| My baby come home
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| (same black day, high rise grave)
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| No I’m not complaining, Yes it could be worse
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| Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse
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| Neighborhood’s a runway, Fry the ass and thighs
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| Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire’s
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| Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
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| Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl
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| 'Cause now I’m all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo
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| Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
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| 'Cause summer never comes (same black day)
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| Winter never comes (high rise grave) |