| People want my power
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| And they want my station
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| Storm my winter palace
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| But they couldn’t take it
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| All the way to Paris
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| Run my reputation
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| Try to pull my status
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| But they couldn’t fake it
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| Tryin' to pull a full on your gas won’t go
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| Grande chicken on your ass, oh no
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| Man, lookin' for your ticket, like let’s all go
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| Buddy still I’m in it, but your gas won’t go
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| When you look on you look on you’re racing
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| But I’m too gone I’m too gone how that song go
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| When you get on you get on your shaken
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| Man, you took on, you took on, too much, don’t blow
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| People want my power
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| And they want my station
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| Storm my winter palace
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| But they couldn’t take it
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| All the way to Paris
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| Run my reputation
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| Try to pull my status
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| But they couldn’t fake it
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| Can I get a witness, the quo’s so low
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| Everybody itching for a throne to throw
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| And you can be the widget to my turbo
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| Better sew your status
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| While the quo’s so low
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| Do you forget the forget the basics
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| Want to go long, to go long
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| You must go slow
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| Tryin' to skip all the, skip all the bases
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| But you’re slippin', you’re slidin', can’t make it go
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| People want my power
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| And they want my station
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| Storm my winter palace
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| But they couldn’t take it
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| All the way to Paris
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| Run my reputation
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| Try to pull my status
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| But they couldn’t fake it
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| How hard we fall
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| I’m another instrument to crash your,
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| Crash your, crash your party
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| I’m another instrument to crash your,
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| Crash your, crash your party
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| Ha, ha, crash, ha, ha, crash
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| People want my power
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| And they want my station
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| Storm my winter palace
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| But they couldn’t take it
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| All the way to Paris
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| Run my reputation
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| Try to pull my status
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| But they couldn’t fake it |