| Christian says, everyone’s to love him
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| Christian says, just let go
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| Christian says, you can’t be happy being this way
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| Christian says, he’ll never let you go
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| Christian says, he can’t let you, let you run free
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| 'Cause Christian says he needs you so
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| In this age of frozen freaks
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| The only highs we get are low
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| In this age of cold relief
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| Brings only what a way to go
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| With the money in your pocket
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| You stay wise and always free
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| But with that money in your pocket
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| You’ve got nowehere to go
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| But baby, baby, baby wants an empire
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| Baby, baby, baby needs a real thief
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| 'Cause baby, baby, baby wants an empire
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| Baby, baby, baby wants a real piece
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| These words hang empty in the air
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| The only sounds you speak are dumb
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| And I’m a vampire
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| In this age of golden grief
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| Your own reflection’s on the blink
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| This burning issue won’t cease
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| This burning issue’s got to go
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| 'Cause baby, baby, baby wants an empire
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| Baby, baby, baby wants a real thief
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| Baby, baby, baby needs an empire
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| Baby, baby, baby wants a real piece |