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The rich and the poor
It's a fool's paradise
That's your self-style sacrifice
In anticipation we watch the sky
Then the stars turn bad and burn our eyes

Oh my god, I could hang for this
On lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock

Here's my confession from a defective heart
- - requested from a defective heart
- - too many, [?] too late
But I could never find that hate

Oh my god, I could hang for this
On lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock

The rich and the poor
It's a fool's paradise
That's your self-style sacrifice
In anticipation we watch the sky
Then the stars turn bad and burn our eyes
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Oh my god, I could hang for this
On lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock
On lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock
On lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock, on lovers' rock

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