He tears apart a history
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Like he blindly pulls the sequins
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From her dress
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But you're a western boy
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And you'll impress
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His disregard for entity
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Is swollen by the subtle way she moves
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But you're a western boy
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And you'll improve
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You should wash me away
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One day I'll wake up
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And I won't need you anymore
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His redolent iniquity
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Reflects in every corner of the room
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But you're a western boy
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And you'll consume
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She looks for hesitation
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In the deep forgotten embers
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Of his soul
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But you're a western boy
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And you'll control
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Oh you'll control it
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You should wash me away
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One day I'll wake up
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And I won't need you anymore
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Maybe it's the treason
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Maybe it's decay
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Maybe it's the reason
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Maybe it's the words you say
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Maybe it's the tension
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Makes me feel joy
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Maybe it's the movement
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Maybe I'm a western boy
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You should wash me away
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One day I'll wake up
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And I won't need you anymore
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The Western Boy
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| Little Comets |
