She's roaring like her 20's,
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like there ain't no tomorrow.
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living in the past,
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makes yeaterday seem modern.
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Fascinating culture,
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creeping up like ivy.
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Throw away the structure,
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your enemy's need sympathy.
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(chorus)
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I just want to live in luxury,
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with all those diamonds danglin over me.
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Take me from this poverty,
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Sell my soul, keep us all in the money.
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Smokin' like a sinner,
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she isn't a begginer.
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She gets into a pintowm,
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and drives back to vancouver.
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She lives with her mother,
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try's to be a sister.
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It really doesn't matter,
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cause a dream is everything.
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(chorus)
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I just want to live in luxury,
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with all those diamonds danglin over me.
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Take me from this poverty,
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Sell my soul, keep us all in the money.
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Step into this speakeasy,
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where you can be who you want to be.
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There's no trouble here just speak to me,
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and i closed my eyes and dreamed we were all in the money.
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(instrumental)
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(chorus)
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I just want to live in luxury,
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with all those diamonds dangling over me.
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Take me from this poverty,
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Sell my soul, keep us all in the money.
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(chorus)
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I just want to live in luxury,
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with all those diamonds dangling over me.
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Take me from this poverty,
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When I closed my eyes I dreamed that we were all in the money.
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Dreamed that we were all in the money.
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All in the money.
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Speakeasy
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Colin James |