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Lying on the ground like the Doors
Dressed well, Michael Kors
Losing my mind like Kevin
At twenty-seven like Amy
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Yes, like Marilyn Monroe
Guitar in pearl, Billie Joe
Playing on the ground like Hendrix
Living Las Vegas like Elvis
Oh Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce

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Rolls-Royce

No, it's not life, it's Rock'n Roll
No, it's not music, it's a Mirò
It's Axl Rose
Rolling Stones

No, it's not a drink, it's Paul Gascoigne
No, it's not love, it's a sex shop
A sex shop
Yes, yes, it's a Van Gogh

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Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
I want an end like this
C'est la vie

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Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
Yes, yes

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Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
I want an end like this
C'est la vie

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It's not madness, it's just living
I've never been myself
No, there's nothing to understand
White Ferrari like Miami Vice
Of us, what will be
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Of us, what will be
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Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
I want an end like this
C'est la vie

Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
Yes, yes

Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce
I want a life like this
I want an end like this
C'est la vie

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Rolls-Royce
Rolls-Royce

My love, you're the devil
You come back but
Only to set fire to my paper heart
God, please save us from these days
Keep a place aside
And mark these names

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