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		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1100</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1100"/>
		<updated>2015-10-22T05:07:33Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.185.121: /* Charles 2 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m hearin&amp;#039; voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills summer&amp;#039;s blooming&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.185.121</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1099</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1099"/>
		<updated>2015-10-22T05:07:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.185.121: /* Charles 2 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m hearin&amp;#039; voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills summer&amp;#039;s blooming&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.185.121</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1098</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1098"/>
		<updated>2015-10-22T05:06:21Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.185.121: /* Charles 2 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m hearin&amp;#039; voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills summer&amp;#039;s blooming&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.185.121</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1097</id>
		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.zednarley.com/index.php?title=Hot_Hot_Hot_Hot&amp;diff=1097"/>
		<updated>2015-10-22T05:05:59Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.185.121: /* Charles 2 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m hearin&amp;#039; voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>108.63.185.121</name></author>
		
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Hot Hot Hot Hot</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;108.63.185.121: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;===Verse 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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Never much was one for plans, it&amp;#039;s true&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But don&amp;#039;t you tell me I should think it through&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just seventeen, it would seem I&amp;#039;m melting in her dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;
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Won&amp;#039;t call her dad to have a friendly chat&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don&amp;#039;t give a damn about tomorrow&amp;#039;s SAT&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s here, and it&amp;#039;s now, and my lightning is about to strike&lt;br /&gt;
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===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
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We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and join me in the great outdoors&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But there&amp;#039;s something &amp;#039;bout it seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens budding trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
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===Verse 2===&lt;br /&gt;
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My dad sat me down and told me, &amp;quot;Son, it&amp;#039;s well time&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That you left behind this life of debauch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stop all this screwing around, it&amp;#039;s time you settled down&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To tell me what I should and should not do?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Damned if you&amp;#039;ll shackle me before I&amp;#039;m nailed to a tree&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or I become an old man just like you&lt;br /&gt;
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===Chorus===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is there something else you&amp;#039;re waiting for?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and rule with me forevermore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s something seems so right to me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the seasons as they keep renewing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the spring awakens sleeping trees&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be deities&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Verse 3===&lt;br /&gt;
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Summer&amp;#039;s gone and she&amp;#039;s gone away&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I always knew that it would end this way&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Did I hope, did I think that somehow we&amp;#039;d be forever?&lt;br /&gt;
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Still I can&amp;#039;t help but contemplate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If this was all a fluke or was it fate&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When the sons of God rejoiced and the stars sang together?&lt;br /&gt;
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===Charles 2===&lt;br /&gt;
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We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now we&amp;#039;re diggin&amp;#039; deep for diamond ore&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We could be gods&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And there&amp;#039;s voices prophesying war&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&amp;#039;t even know what I&amp;#039;m doing&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world cannot contain my depth of fear&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As the stars are raining bitter tears&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And casting down their spears&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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