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You're planning to park cars
Hang your head on yourself
Revving up a go-getter maker,
Trust fund on your belt

And everybody's got big plans
Just don't count on yourself
You're bettin' to lose,
And you lose

A limousine driver,
I'd rather the tomb than the hearse
Doesn't look like I'm better because the feeling's only worse
Check your vitals, you're a dead man
You're dragging your name along through the dirt
It looks like it hurts

I never said I'd make it easy babe
Yeah, my heart's the man
(We can feel alone)
I never said I'd take it easy babe
I'm a working man
(We can feel alone)
Call your friends into a combination.
(We can feel at home)
Well, I told you
In a world we left unknown
Well, I told you
And the love we kept alone
It's the beating of your mad heir

Cruising in my jet fighter.
Doing flips with the birds.
Would you cover my tail, man,
if I made a careless turn?

And everybody's got big plans,
Just don't count on yourself
You're bettin' lose,
And you lose

I never said I'd make it easy babe
But my hearts the man
(We can feel alone)
I never said I'd take it easy babe
I'm a working man.
(We can feel alone)
Call your friends into a combination.
(We can feel the jolts)
Well, I told you
Of the worlds of thousand stones
Well, I told you
Of the skies of mobile homes
Well, I told you
And the bombs we dropped below
It's the beating of your mad heir

You know my lady
She drives my Mercedes
I want you
You know my lady
She drives my Mercedes
I want you
You know my lady
She drives my Mercedes
I want you
You know my lady
She drives my Mercedes
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you

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