| Noo
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| I won’t turn away
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| I won’t turn away
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| She only takes it all away
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| And no, I won’t turn away
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| I won’t turn away
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| Only for a few more days
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| Ohh cuz I
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| I still dont know how your game goes
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| And I’m almost out the door
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| So, Baby put the game down
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| I’m gonna be a man, allright
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| I suggest you put the game down
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| Gonna work it out tonight
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| Tonight, You know you got to give it up
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| Yeah
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| The masqerade styles got no place
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| My future is the gold/ghost that I’ve got for being (my faith ?)
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| Oooh
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| Cheers
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| I’m gonna doing my old fears
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| Hanging on to the edge of the formal years
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| Have I ever met you, no?
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| The stars, they gonna shine and shine
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| The music goes and goes
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| All night
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| But have you ever met me, no?
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| Oh cuz I, I still dont know how your game goes
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| And I’m almost out the door
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| So, baby put the game down
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| I’m gonna be a man, allright
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| Just put the game down
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| Gonna work it out, out, tonight
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| Tonight, you know you got to give it up
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| The masqerade styles got no place
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| My future is the gold/ghost that I’ve got for being (my faith ?)
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| Oooh
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| Yeah
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| Why don’t you try, believing me harder
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| Let’s make a click
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| You’ll remember all your fears and doubts
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| Oh oh yeah
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| So even tough…(?)
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| Easy to mess like a
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| Song catching something on a
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| First you was …(?) I was there to kiss
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| Have I ever met you, no?
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| I’m allmost done with
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| Any feeling was
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| Nothing hurt an artist like
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| Wasting time, ooh, anyone at all
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| So why would you.(?)
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| Oh cuz I, I still dont know how your game goes
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| And I’m almost out the door
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| Baby put the game down
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| I’m gonna be a man, allright
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| Baby put the game down, yeah
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| Gonna work it out, tonight
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| Baby put the game down
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| Im gonna be a man, allright
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| Baby put the game down
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| Wooohow
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| I’m gonna be a man, allright
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| I suggest you put the game down
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| Woow
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| I’m gonna be a man, allright
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| Just put the game down, ooo o o oh
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| Gonna work it out, out, tonight
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| Tonight, you know you got to give it up
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| (ooh)
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| The masqerade styles got no place
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| My future is the gold/ghost that I’ve got for being (my faith ?)
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| (Oooh) |