What makes these boys fall hard,
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Over all the girls they have fought and won?
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These kings work hard and long,
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Just to ensure that their girls don't run.
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Oh no, nobody taught them
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To love slow, they're crying out at the streets below.
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Why don't you stay with me?
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I think you could save this beast.
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But I'll leave you with an empty look.
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Honey, that's what takers do...
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I'm a thief and I'll take you.
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What makes these monsters cry?
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You can see the gold reflecting in their eyes.
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Yea, that's just our heaving skin stretched tight,
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Greedy hands grab what feels right.
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Oh no, nobody taught them to let go, they don't know.
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Why don't you stay with me?
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I think you could save this beast.
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But I'll leave you with an empty look.
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Honey that's what takers do...
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I'm a thief and I'll take you.
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Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH.
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Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH.
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Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH-OHHH-OHHH-OHHH. [repeats, continues]
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If you stay, you would break.
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Your way to innocence
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To take after these violent ways...
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You still love and I still take.
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Stay with me.
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I think you could save this beast.
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But I'll leave you with an empty look.
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Honey, that's what takers do...
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I'm gonna take you and you'll stay with me.
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Well, I think you can save this beast.
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But I'll leave you with an empty look.
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Honey, that's what takers do...
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Response
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Barcelona |