| I hope there’s a shot in the dark
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| That if I keep it up I can keep on going
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| They say that life is short
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| And it can’t be bought by the likes of me
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| I heard that it won’t be long
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| Until we’re gone like dew in the morning
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| Stop the clocks, pull up your socks
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| Go find a fountain to wash it off
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| So kill the screen, head to Medellin
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| To shout and scream and find your trouble
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| Live amongst the orange roses
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| Pull vogue poses and wash it off
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| Lord knows I’m in the field, hellhounds are back
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| And on my heels
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| They said I died last week in the Pacific ocean
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| No words spoken
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| Plane fell right out the sky
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| But they don’t know why, but don’t you worry
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| 'Cause life’s a lie, so roll the die
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| Keep on trying to wash it off
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| (Go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off)
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| Don’t you even think of me
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| 'Cause I’ll be free beyond the levee
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| All that’s left is a ghost machine
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| And it can’t be reached, but you can try
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| You should go buy the boat
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| And build a moat, untie yourself
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| (Go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off)
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| You’re my ride or die
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| I just wish I’d said goodbye one last time
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| (One last time)
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| Now all that’s left is a ghost machine
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| It can’t be reached, it won’t be seen again
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| (Seen again)
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| You’re my ride or die
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| And I just wanted to say goodbye
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| (Say goodbye)
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| Now all that’s left is a ghost machine
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| It can’t be reached, it won’t be seen again
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| (Go wash it off, go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off, go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off, go wash it off)
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| (Go wash it off, wash it off) |