| The banners wave upon the promenade.
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| The banners wave upon the promenade.
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| Colors fly and the funeral march is played.
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| There is is there a foul taste in the air.
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| There is is there a foul taste in the air.
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| Your legend walks before you everywhere.
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| There is is there a foul taste in the air.
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| Your legend walks before you everywhere.
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| And all you want from me is someone to abuse whether rags are on your back or
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| gleams on your jewels.
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| So roll up your sleeves one of us must be wrong.
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| And hold me close until the feelings gone.
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| woah!
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| hold me close until the feelings gone.
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| Your daddy daddy was a bucanner.
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| Your daddy daddy was a bucanner.
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| to speak his name is to watch him disappear.
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| And every time you touched me in my feel.
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| And every time you touched me in my feel.
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| the colors fade and the flowers wilt.
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| Cuz all you want from me is someone to abuse whether callous on your back or
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| gold is on your tooth.
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| So roll up your sleeves one of us must be wrong.
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| And hold me close until the feelings gone.
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| woah!
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| hold me close until the feelings gone.
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| And I could never understand all the boys who wear your brand and all the
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| hearts at your command I guess I never will.
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| So lay me down and get your fill.
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| Hope my memory haunts you still.
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| It never could it always will.
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| Just as you had planned.
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| ooohh oooh oooh! |
| (vocal solo) |