Lyrics
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You
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look
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like
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Clara
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Bow
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In
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this
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light,
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remarkable
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All
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your
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life,
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did
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you
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know
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You'd
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be
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picked
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like
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a
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rose?
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I'm
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not
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trying
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to
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exaggerate
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But
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I
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think
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I
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might
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die
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if
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it
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happened
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Die
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Lyrics
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if
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it
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happened
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to
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me
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No
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one
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in
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my
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small
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town
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thought
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I'd
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see
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the
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lights
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of
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Manhattan
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This
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town
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is
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fake,
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but
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you're
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the
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real
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thing
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Breath
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of
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fresh
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air
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through
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smoke
|
rings
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Take
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the
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Lyrics
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glory,
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give
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everything
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Promise
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to
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be
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dazzling
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You
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look
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like
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Stevie
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Nicks
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In
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'75,
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the
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hair
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and
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lips
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Crowd
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goes
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wild
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at
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her
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fingertips
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Half
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moonshine,
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a
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full
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eclipse
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I'm
|
not
|
trying
|
to
|
exaggerate
|
But
|
I
|
|
Lyrics
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think
|
I
|
might
|
die
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if
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I
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made
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it,
|
die
|
if
|
I
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made
|
it
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No
|
one
|
in
|
my
|
small
|
town
|
thought
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I'd
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meet
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these
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suits
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in
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LA
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They
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all
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wanna
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say
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This
|
town
|
is
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fake,
|
but
|
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Lyrics
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you're
|
the
|
real
|
thing
|
Breath
|
of
|
fresh
|
air
|
through
|
smoke
|
rings
|
Take
|
the
|
glory,
|
give
|
everything
|
Promise
|
to
|
be
|
dazzling
|
The
|
crown
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is
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stained,
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but
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you're
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the
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real
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queen
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Flesh
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and
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blood
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amongst
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war
|
machines
|
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Lyrics
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You're
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the
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new
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God
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we're
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worshipping
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Promise
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to
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be
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dazzling
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Beauty
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is
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a
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beast
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that
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roars
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down
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on
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all
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fours
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Demanding
|
more
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Only
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when
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your
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girlish
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glow
|
flickers
|
just
|
so
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Do
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they
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let
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you
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know?
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Lyrics
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It's
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hell
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on
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earth
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to
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be
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heavenly
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Them's
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the
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breaks,
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don't
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come
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gently
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You
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look
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like
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Taylor
|
Swift
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In
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this
|
light,
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we're
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lovin'
|
it
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You've
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got
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edge,
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she
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never
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did
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The
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future's
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bright,
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dazzling
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