Well, hail Caesar, shadow in my backseat
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And her friends are standing right in front of me
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World wide from the Cimarron to Turkey
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Open up, said everybody loves me
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And you don't have to make a sound
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'Cause they got what you need
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What you need
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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Got love for the people that have warned you
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God love all your sentimental virtue
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Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
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Late calls with the lovers that'll hate you
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And you don't have to make a sound
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They got what you need
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What you need
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Make you say
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Oh my!
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Feels just like I don't try
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Looks so good I might die
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Head down
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Swaying to my own sound
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Flashes in my face now
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Everybody loves me
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Well, I pray the music don't stop till I turn gray
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Stars forever like John Sousa never fade
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He had a beautiful child, named her Désirée
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Hope I'm remembered for the things that I never made
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'Cause you don't have to make a sound
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When they got what you need
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Make you say
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Oh my!
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Feels just like I don't try
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Looks so good I might die
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Head down
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Swaying to my own sound
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Flashes in my face now
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Everybody loves me
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Everybody, everybody, oh
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Everybody, everybody
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Don't need my health
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Got my name and got my wealth
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I stare at the sun
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Just for kicks all by myself
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I lose track of time
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So I might be past my prime
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But I'm feeling oh so good
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Yeah!
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Oh my!
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Feels just like I don't try
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Looks so good I might die
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Head down
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Swaying to my own sound
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Flashes in my face now
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All I know is everybody loves me
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Everybody loves me
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Loves me
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Everybody, everybody
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Woah! |