There's a message on the phone, you won't come, oo-oo!
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I'll survive, let the weaklings with broken hearts cry - but I laugh
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After all, my heart is cold, like ice you won't come - but someone else will come
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I'm too good for tears
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Turning off the phone, I take the keys, and
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And I start it, slightly opening the window, and everyone sees who is leading this dream.
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'Cause I sparkle like a 25 carat diamond
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I'm leaving for one of the local freeways
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A dense row of cars, twenty for gasoline
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And I step on the gas
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive
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All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, blink
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All girlfriends in the hostel pour and sob, because they know what I am
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive, oh
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Your hair is the color of the first snow
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Blinding oncoming drivers
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You are the best ass on the faculty
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You are the pride of your parents
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Yes, I sparkle like a 25 carat diamond
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I'm leaving for one of the local freeways
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A dense row of cars, twenty for gasoline
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And I step on the gas
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive
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All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, blink
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All girlfriends in the hostel pour and sob, because they know what I am
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive, oh
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive
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All taxi drivers and minibuses give way, blink
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All girlfriends in the hostel pour and sob, because they know what I am
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On a cayenne, all in Gabbana, I drive around Zhytomyr, I drive, oh |