| If coke is a mystery
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| Michael Jackson — history
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| If beauty is truth
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| And surgery — the fountain of youth
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| What am I to do?
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| Have I got the gifts to get me through
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| The gates of that mansion?
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| If O.J. |
| is more than a drink
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| And a Big Mac bigger than you think
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| And perfume is an obsession
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| And talk shows confession
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| What have we got to lose?
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| Another push and we’ll be through
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| The gates of that mansion
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| I never bought a lotto ticket
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| I never parked in anyone’s space
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| The banks they’re like cathedrals
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| I guess casinos took their place
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| Love, come on down
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| Don’t wake her she’ll come around
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| Chance is a kind of religion
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| Where you’re damned for plain hard luck
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| I never did see that movie
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| I never did read that book
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| Love, come on down
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| Let my numbers come around
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| Don’t know if I can hold on
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| Don’t know if I’m that strong
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| Don’t know if I can wait that long
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| Till the colours come flashing
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| And the lights go on
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| Then will there be no time for sorrow
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| Then will there be no time for shame
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| Though I can’t say why
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| I know I’ve got to believe
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| We’ll go driving in that pool
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| It’s who you know that gets you through
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| The gates of the playboy mansion
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| Then will there be no time for sorrow
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| Then will there be no time for shame
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| Then will there be now time for shame
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| Then will there be now time for pain |