| Life’s been good, I can’t complain so far
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| Designer clothes, expensive caviar
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| And gated homes to keep the wolves at bay
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| Tinted glass to hide my guilt and shame
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| Neon signs and vagrants at the door
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| Broken values, needles, liquor stores
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| And won’t somebody help me to believe
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| Help me to deny the things I see
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| Now whatever comes your way
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
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| But when it all comes down you make it through
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| You got the whole world around
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| You got the whole world around
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| Something tells me not to make a scene
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| Open up yor heart and let me in
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| I’ve traveled far enough to meet my own demise
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| Seems like every one I know still wears the same disguise
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| Take me, rape me, push me down
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| As long as I’m understood
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| Like the soldiers view from the bunkers to the towers on Park Avenue,
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| yeah yeah yeah…
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| Something tells me not to make a scene
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| Open up yor heart and let me in You got the whole world around
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| You got the whole world around
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| Something tells me not to make a scene
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| Ah.open up yor heart and let me in You got the whole world around
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| You got the whole world around
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| You got the whole world around
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| You got the whole world around
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| (You got the) got the whole world around
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| (You got the) You got the whole world around
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| (Yeah) You got the whole world around
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| Yeah, open up yor heart and let me in!
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| Don’t be… |