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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAll My Own Stunts
Caricatures of your wrecking ball gownIn my mind, all the timeI wanna be in that, damsel patterned alleyWhere you go, for a smokeAnd sorrow slow dancesThe phones are lining upTaking no chancesClose but never close enoughBeen watching cowboy films, on gloomy afternoonsTinting the solitudePut on your dancing shoesAnd show me what to doI know you've got the movesAll my own stuntsHigh noon changed it's tuneLinking arms, synking heartsAnd sorrow slow dancesAround the edges of her eyesTaking no chancesThe last one out, to win a prizeBeen watching cowboy films, on gloomy afternoonsTinting the solitudePut on your dancing shoesAnd show me what to doI know you've got the movesWooahWooahWooahWooah"coz I'm from high green, I'm from high green"
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