Come on, come out of the rain
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You're not impressed, you're just so learned
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I took the book, I lit the page
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Your sabbatical is burning
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
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Let's sully every stage
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Lick my lips, twist my hips
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Contessa -- I already quit.
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Some things work, but me I choose
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To lose my skin in the dirt.
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This whiskey priest, he burned the church
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To keep his girls alive.
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
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Let's sully every stage we meet
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Lick my lips, twist my hips
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Contessa --
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
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Let's sully every stage we meet
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Lick my lips, twist my hips
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Contessa -- I already did
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Streets Of Fire
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Destroyer |