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Well I was born ten years after the atom bomb |
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Yeah things were getting strange way before I came along |
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So I became a master of high technology |
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And then you came along and did what you did to me |
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Heavens above |
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Could this be love |
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We're livin' in the 20th century |
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I pit my wits |
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Against those silicon chips |
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But I still got the animal inside of me |
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I get a strange sensation that's out of control |
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Close to the bone and playin' havoc with my soul |
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All the red lights are flashing and I can smell fire |
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With a flick of the switch you know we can go |
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Even higher and higher and higher |
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Heavens above |
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Could this be love |
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We're livin' in the 20th century |
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I pit my wits |
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Against those silicon chips |
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But I still got the animal inside of me |
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Well I had cool calculators, regulators and digital machines |
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Yeah they took me to places I'd never been |
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Oh but nothing's as good as the feeling I get with you |
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When ya do, what ya do, what ya do, what ya do do do, yeah |
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Heavens above |
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Could this be love |
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We're livin' in the 20th century |
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I get my kicks |
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From those silicon chips |
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But I still got the animal inside of me |
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Heavens above |
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Could this be love |
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We're livin' in the 20th century |
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I pit my wits |
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Against those silicon chips |
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But I still got the animal inside of me |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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The 20th century |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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The 20th century |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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The 20th century |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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The 20th century (high technology) |
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(It's the 20th century) |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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The 20th century |
