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There's no need for lying
Under flashing lights
Run out of ways to love you
On red district nights
Hanging on the concrete
Dancing happy poor
Too much won't be enough
'Cause enough is always more
But my dreams can breathe
My dreams can feel
The players talk
While thieves set sail
In the fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
Fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
Some folks like the high road
Others like to slide
I like you and me, baby
On the shady side
If you can take your sugar
Without a silver spoon
Just call me up
I've got a place at the Carolina moon
Where my dreams can breathe
My dreams can feel
The players talk
While thieves set sail
In the fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
Fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
Bleached oak parking lot
Gucci's in the breeze
What has striped this tiger
Is the shade of the trees
The best show on earth
The edge of the bed
To fall or fly
Is as far as most people ever get
But my dreams can breathe
My dreams can feel
The players talk
While thieves set sail
In the fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
Fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
In the fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
In the fragrant air of the underbelly
On the orange blossom trail
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