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caimoney: [I celebrate the me yet to come]
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caimoney: [Would you like me to seduce you]
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caimoney: [Sweatin' me but I'm not your type]
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caimoney: [Let it Snow]
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caimoney: [See what's become of me]
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caimoney: [I'm the same boy I used to be]
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caimoney: [Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore]
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caimoney: [I'm cooler than Santa Claus, baby]
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caimoney: [It's a thief in the night to come and grab you]
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caimoney: [I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain]
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caimoney: [Well it ain't that hard when you got soul]