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Talking to you like explaining colours to blind
You are stubborn, you are wild
You are always singing saxophone
You smell like West, so is it all?
Your grease puns and all those punks
I hope that I've already stolen your guns
Your grease puns and all those punks
I hope that I've already stolen your guns
Let the fight begin!
They pulled out their phones to take picture of you
Bleeding in the corner
They blew the horns, they are new crew
Revolution is over
Anarchy in the streets, anarchy at the home
Even I'm disappointed
On the ship to Paris
I've realized I didn't want it
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