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Caesars - Sort it out

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I wanna smoke crack
cos you re never comin back
i wanna shoot speedballs
bang my head against the walls
i wanna sniff glue
cos i can t get over you

how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?

I wanna smoke crack
cos you re never comin back
i wanna shoot speedballs
bang my head against the walls
i wanna sniff glue
cos i can t get over you

how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?

how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?
how am i gonna sort it out?

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    Everything

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