Piss-poor, ridin high, sunbathin' fire-side,
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We're here for the porn of the sirloin,
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Get your T-bone,
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Let your backbone slide,
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Tunnel and sky collide,
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Lose friends to the air waves and the airlines.
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I wanna make it right,
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Some future in my eyes *bright*
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Hush- don't explain,
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When you water down my name,
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I'll be up too late,
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Call me when you get,
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Better at your game,
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You haven't beat me yet.
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The waitress,
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The actress,
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Got the skin and the bones,
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With the hairbrush and an air brush,
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She'd be white gold.
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She asked the piss-poor,
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"Why you lookin' for that party in the sky?
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It's just a movie about a movie too old to die."
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But I'm gonna make it right
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Future in my eyes *bright*
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Hush- don't explain,
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When you water down my name,
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I'll be up too late,
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Call me when you get,
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Better at your game,
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You haven't beat me yet,
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-Though my vision is strainin'
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I'm gonna make it right
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Some future in my eyes *bright*
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Hush- don't explain,
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When you water down my name,
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I'll be up too late,
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Call me when you get,
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Better at your game,
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You haven't beat me yet.
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White Gold
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