| 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! |