You know there ain't no end to man's desire
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To steal your water, steal your fire
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Snakes in the garden, apples on the tree
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All of this looks easy, none of this is free
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You might get lucky, got the world to win
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Need a little failure to thicken your skin
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Everybody's talkin', they promise you the moon
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It's made of paper and you find out pretty soon
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Who owns this place?
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Who owns this place?
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I'm talkin' to you, now look in my face
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And tell me who owns this place?
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But time pa*ses, things change
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You might get restless, I might get strange
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But everything you do says always
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Who owns this place?
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Monkey see, monkey do
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You're watchin' him and he's watchin' you
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You think he's funny, he think you're funny too
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You'd get in there with him if you only knew
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Who owns this place?
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Who owns this place?
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What makes you think that you're a special case?
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Who owns this place?
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Time pa*ses, things change
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Shut down the city, fence off the range
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Make everything into a fancy place
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Who owns this place?
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Push, pull, push, pull, push, pull
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Push, pull, push, pull, push, pull
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You always take, you never give
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So busy runnin' you've forgotten where you live
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A million miles, a million malls
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Pretty soon you'll be bouncin' off the walls
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Screamin', "Who owns this place?
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Who owns this place?"
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Too much ambition, too little grace
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Who owns this place?"
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Who Owns This Place?
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| Don Henley |
