| Charlemagne shakes in the streets
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| Gideon makes love to the suites
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| and Holly’s not invincible
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| in fact she’s in the hospital
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| not far from that bar where we met
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| on that first night
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| Charlemagne pulls street corner scams
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| and Gideon’s got a popcap from a Pringles can
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| Holly’s insatiable, she still looks incredible
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| But she don’t look like that same girl we met
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| on that first night
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| when she was golden with floorlight and beer
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| on that first night
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| she slept like she’d never been scared
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| And then last night
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| She said «Words so long never could save us.»
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| And then last night
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| She cried and she told us about Jesus
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| Holly’s inconsolable
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| Unhinged and uncontrollable
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| 'Cause we can’t get as high as we got
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| on that first night
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| Boys and girls in America
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| Boys and girls in America
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| Boys and girls in America
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| Boys and girls in America
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| Boys and girls in America
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| Don’t bother talking to the guys
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| with their hot soft eyes
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| you know they’re already taken
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| Don’t even speak to all those sequin-surfed beach boys
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| when they kiss they spit white noise
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| when they kiss they spit white noise
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| when they kiss they spit white noise
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| when they kiss they spit white noise
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| yeah, when they kiss they spit white noise
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| now when they kiss they spit white noise
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| when they kiss they spit white noise |