| Since my heart is golden
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| I’ve got sense to hold in Tempted just to make an ugly scene
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| No I’m not as proper
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| My money’s in copper
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| Ripped down from the brownstones to the street
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| Listen, I’m your friend, don’t quote me But not a friend worth noting
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| Yes, please don’t ever note me as your friend
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| Who says we have cold hearts?
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| Acting out our old parts
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| Dance before my favorite little scene, oh oh oh oh I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get in my way
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| All your appeal, once again we’d feel
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| Higher education making sense
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| Justify your thesis, certain that you need this
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| Tell me what your point is in defense
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| Listen, I don’t really know you
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| And I don’t think I want to But I think I can fake it if you can
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| Let’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of money
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| Let’s just keep pretending to be friends, oh oh oh
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get in my way
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| Wake up in the morning, wake up in the evening
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| Wake up when you want to
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| 'Cause no one’s really watching
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| Wish you had something to say about it But we all have problems
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| We’re all having problems
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| And we all got something to say
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| I get carried away, carried away, from you
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| When I’m open and afraid
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| 'Cause I’m sorry, sorry 'bout that
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| Sorry 'bout things that I’ve said
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| Always let it get in my way |