it's raining on old yellow
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and it's carving a path
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so now we're on our way
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it's taking us on journeys
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where we wipe away frowns
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amongst a crowded place
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so why you never call me
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no you never seem to call me
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now that I'm okay
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I'll beat you in the end
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and every time you turn around
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here will come the coming of age
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ooh she's at my party
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my cocky look emerges
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when you question my moves
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cause you ain't got no taste
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you're talking about my baby
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I could flip you upside down
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and I could mop this place
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so why you never saw me
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no you never seen my calling
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right in front your face
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I'll smoke you in the end
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and don't you ever turn around
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cause here's that coming of age
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ooh she's at my party
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My Party
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| Kings Of Leon |
