| I was looking for some kind of saviour
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| Someone still counting on
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| My worst behaviour
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| Knew there would be trouble
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| With devil eyes and magic hands
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| I'm all mixed up
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| Head like a cocktail shaker
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| Living in a house like an old bodega
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| Got the odds looking in my favour
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| Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
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| So keep your feet on the ground
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| And listen to the sound of a real moneymaker
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| Something's twisted up
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| Right inside me
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| I'll let you use it up
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| So when you do leave
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| Take me to the edge and let me show you what was on my mind
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| Don't put all your money on me 'cause you and me are two of a kind
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| Going in blind
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| I'm all mixed up
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| Head like a cocktail shaker
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| Living in a house like an old bodega
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| Got the odds looking in my favour
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| Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
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| I'm all mixed up
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| Like a boilermaker
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| Head like a cocktail shaker
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| Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
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| I'm all mixed up
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| Head like a cocktail shaker
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| Living in a house like an old bodega
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| Got the odds looking in my favour
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| Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker |