| Holly likes the local color
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| Six of one is half a dozen of the other
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| I’ve seen her
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| Walking home alone
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| Lookin' at her phone
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| Missing curbs
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| Without
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| Without
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| Without the net she thinks is under her
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| Oh, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| If nights are dead in the Gold Room
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| You could always take a swerving drive, well
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| When you hear the shots
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| They come two, three at a time
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| Friends say «Those are other lives
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| Certainly not mine
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| Certainly not mine»
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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| Boom, boom, boom
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| Oh, it’s all right
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| I say, it’s all right
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| Holly
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| Holly
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| Well
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| Whoo
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| Yeah
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| Holly likes
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| Holly likes |