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Now, baby
I got it all to come
And I guess we're good to go
My head's in limbo
I don't think that I need an extra piece of chicken, no

I started out
And I'm warm beside the fires that you burn
Then the lights went out
And lessons were the thing I never learn
In the dark I spent
Just knowing that I'd be here for the day
That you sold your dreams

Now, baby
Je suis encore dans ventre bouche
And my meddle is made of wood
And my skin go loco
I don't think that I need an extra piecе of chicken, no

I swear to God
That I thought that we could takе it to the bridge
Find some happiness
But all we got was lemons in the fridge
Now my bleary eyes
See me somewhat cheery for the day
That you sold your dreams

I am your neighbour
Gimme some sugar

Now I'm sick and tired
Of your "sick and tired"
And your stinking world of shit
I let you off the hook
And now I'm keen to get you back on it
I sent you to the coast
With Mr. Brown and all his friends
To even think how I thought of staying!

Now that my coruscation's
Brighter than the hubris of your gaze
In the spotlight
Of the troubles that I left you to amaze
Subtle stubbornness
Has seen me broken, mourning for the day
That you sold your dreams

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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