| I met her on an airplane
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| 50,000 feet high
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| Complained about the champagne
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| She had a sparkling whine
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| We talked about the plan of the city
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| And how she could have done it better
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| She was so profanely pretty
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| You could tell she was a money getter
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| She told me, «Buy low, sell high
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| This valley got made by raining money from the sky.»
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| She said, «Buy low, sell high
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| Even if the thought of spending your life here makes you wanna die.»
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| It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
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| It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
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| It’s gonna be alright, underneath a hung rose all night
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| Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose
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| I met him on a bullet train
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| He was the ammunition
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| You could feel the room shift
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| When he made decisions
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| You could see his head split open
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| Half man, half man
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| He had no use for the real estate
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| He was the middle man
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| «Buy low, sell high
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| This valley got made by raining money from the sky.»
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| «Buy low, sell high
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| Even if the thought of spending your life here makes you wanna die.»
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| It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
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| It’s gonna be alright if we keep sub rosa
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| Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose all night
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| Don’t wanna be alright, underneath a hung rose |