| I know the sun and moon,
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| They roll around too soon now,
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| Good luck,
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| Good luck
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| I take my morning salvation,
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| Slow from my Jerusalem,
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| Cup,
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| Straight up
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| On the tones in my bones,
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| From the last time,
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| You sell your truth,
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| And I will sell you mine,
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| Right or wrong,
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| Is a long end to waste time,
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| Fill up on love,
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| And other medicine
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I only wanted whats yours,
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I hope you’re getting low
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| And when the last cycle ceases,
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| I’m sweeping up the pieces,
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| Of you,
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| They’re few
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| I called and in spite of speeches,
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| I ordered up some peaches,
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| And cream,
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| Obscene
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| On the tones in my bones,
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| From the last time,
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| You sell your truth,
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| And I will sell you mine,
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| Right or wrong,
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| Is a long end to waste time,
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| Fill up on love,
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| And other medicine
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I only wanted whats yours,
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I hope you’re getting low
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| Come lay me wrong,
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| I’ll lay me me right,
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| Come blame it all,
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| We’ll satisfy
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I only wanted whats yours,
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I hope you’re getting low
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| On the tones in my bones,
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| From the last time,
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| You sell your truth,
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| And I will sell you mine,
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| I hear you wanted some more,
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| I hope you’re getting low |