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I was looking for some kind of saviour
Someone still counting on
My worst behaviour
Knew there would be trouble
With devil eyes and magic hands

I'm all mixed up

Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favour
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker

So keep your feet on the ground
And listen to the sound of a real money maker

Something's twisted up
Right inside me
I'll let you use it up
So when you do leave
Take me to the edge and let me show you what was on my mind
Don't put all your money on me cos you and me are two of a kind

I'm all mixed up

Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favour
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker

I'm all mixed up
Like a boilermaker

Head like a cocktail shaker
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
I'm all mixed up

Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favour
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker

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