He got whatever he wanted
When he raised his voice
But now his dreams are haunted
By the dark and the noise

Making love was easy
As mugging for the mirror
But counting coins is more pleasing
On the eye and the ear

Don't read into this
No moral, no lesson, no twist
The boy got whatever he wanted
Every time
No more, no less
A good thing, you would guess
But we'll just wait and see

He never saw his future
In thе stars, tarot cards
Now, don't turn up your nose
It's how the story goes
Thе boy got whatever he wanted
In the end (That's the end)

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Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah
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Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah
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