taking in the party
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he put me down for awhile
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100 watts of ambition
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springing off his smile
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his lips hooked set to kiss me
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but he closed up like a fist
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he's got a fortune in charm
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and makes a gift out of empty arms
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but i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me
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bendng over backwards
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i watched the light burn out
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his excuses fell like diamonds
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brilliant, cutting, lost and found
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he's got a fortune in charm
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and makes a gift outof empty arms
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but i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me
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(i don't believe it)
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(believe it)
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fortune 500
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| Heatmiser |
