All that wardrobe is on you
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All things are precious to you
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You wander at night where gentlemen drink
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And everyone knows you too much
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For you until the morning
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There is always a new victim
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To fix things
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But here, tomorrow he is afraid
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Will he be left alone
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He trusts you all
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While you win
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She is always there
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As long as there's money in my pocket
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But she is ready
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Yes, there is no tomorrow
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Because everything is roulette with her
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And know that it will never be yours again
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Because she would want that luxurious life
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Five star hotel, Miami
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Although until yesterday, she only went to school
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Excursion Prague
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And today he really likes that taste of Moët
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But he likes cocaine the most
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Although she didn't know anything until yesterday
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Neither what Vutra nor Skank are
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He trusts you all
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While you win
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She is always there
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As long as there's money in my pocket
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But she is ready
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Yes, there is no tomorrow
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Because everything is roulette with her
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And know that it will never be yours again
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And she would want everything now and immediately
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Because she gets bored of things quickly
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In everything he swears, he sells it quickly
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Because nothing holds even a day
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For you until the morning
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There is always a new victim
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To fix things
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But here, tomorrow he is afraid
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Will he be left alone
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He trusts you all
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While you win
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She is always there
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As long as there's money in my pocket
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But she is ready
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Yes, there is no tomorrow
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Because everything is roulette with her
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And know that it will never be yours again |