| Yeah you in your mother’s new shoes
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| bet you like them as much as her blues
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| Don’t tell anyone — but I plan to move
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| the first time you look away
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| Tell me the new apron strings
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| taste to you, yes
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| my pretty young things
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| You tell me that hatred is king
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| (It's to the weak and the manor born)
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| Like a trick that you’ve fallen for,
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| you recognize me because:
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| there’s only one sound to love
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| Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
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| Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good
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| Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good-bye
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| Tell me you in your mother’s new shoes
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| bet you like them as much as her blues
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| Don’t tell anyone, but I’m born to move
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| like the first star you ever saw.
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| Tell me the new apron strings
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| trace to you, yeah.
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| My pitied young things
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| I tell you that love can be king
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| (It's to the meek and the manner born).
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| But like a trick that you’ve fallen for
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| you recognize me because:
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| there’s only one sound to love |