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Three times alone this week, I was supposed to be a rock star.
"I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying."
We are suppose to be the ones who set the air afire.
Three times alone this week, I was made into a liar.
Whether I found the gold, I never told.
Richer: I.
The brilliant white.
I.
I wear shoes that move men from deserts to riches.
Give me what you got, girl, and scratch it cuz it itches.
Call me "Chameleon" and set this air afire.
Three times alone this week, I was suppose to be a liar.
Whether I found the gold, I never told.
Richer: I.
Brilliant white.
I.
.Maybe not.
Why the stare?
Would I lie about that which I am scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into,
A pot of gold.
Rejoice in fire that which soon burns cold.
What did I say to you?
(X2)
Step into,
A pot of gold,
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns gold.
What did I say to you?
And I can't deny it.
The love, the throat, sincerity.
(Woo!)
And I can't deny it.
"I gotta keep my P.M.A."
Cuz I, I learned to lie.
I tell you that I,
Don't you realize that I silence it?
It's that fuckin' hard.
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