| Renegades and shifting shades
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| And the light’s in your face
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| And you friend’s talk lying
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| But some of them got flowers in their room
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| When it’s on and you’re falling on every floor
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| That you’re hoping to score
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| And you’re every night
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| But some of them got flowers in their room
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| But some of them got flowers in their room
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| But some of them got flowers in their room
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| Hear the word that the man on the stairs
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| Knows your every affair and is holding your hand
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| And he says some of them got flowers in their room
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| And he screams in a face
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| But the smile on the face is cool and it’s cold
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| And it reads vacated
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| And some of them got flowers in their room
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| And some of them got flowers in their room
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| And some of them got flowers in their room
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| And I take someone home and I can’t be alone
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| And there’s faces to please and I walk on the knees
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| Oh you see, I got no flowers in my room
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| And I laugh with my mouth and I laugh with you
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| But the joke was a joke that I never really knew
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| Some of them got flowers in their room
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| Some of them got flowers in their room
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| Some of them got flowers in their room |