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But When I said I needed an ******* on my side It was in the city of Angels Where pit bulls are sported like handbags And ******** make you money 'cause they rip to shreds Whatever stands in your way. I didn't mean Here In  Paradise Where my dream Lays dead at my feet. And there's nothing left to fight for. Please Don't fight me here. Because with your ******* ways On more than one beautiful day, All you've done is fought your way Right out of my heart.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Pardon my French
But When I said I needed an ******* on my side It was in the city of Angels Where pit bulls are sported like handbags And ******** make you money 'cause they rip to shreds Whatever stands in your way. I didn't mean Here In  Paradise Where my dream Lays dead at my feet. And there's nothing left to fight for. Please Don't fight me here. Because with your ******* ways On more than one beautiful day, All you've done is fought your way Right out of my heart.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
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