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(M. Detroit) |
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Tonight it feels like |
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The start of World War III |
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Looks are like arrows |
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And words are enemies |
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You with your silly games |
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And me trying to work it out |
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Take my hand and lead me down |
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Cause tonight I feel like James Brown |
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Now I know how it feels |
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To be lonely on a stage |
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Won't your conscience or your humor |
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Keep you from walking away |
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It's so hard not to fight |
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But I think I'll let you |
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Wear the crown |
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Take my hand and lead me down |
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Cause tonight I feel like James Brown |
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Human nature is blind and thick |
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It's chewing on this anger |
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That makes you sick |
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If we threw away our stones and sticks |
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What other games we could play |
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Please leave me some dignity |
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How low can I bow |
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Somebody take my hand and lead me down |
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Cause tonight I feel like James Brown |
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Somebody help me now |
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Please............ |
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C'mon |
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So take my hand |
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I'm gonna leave you now |
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Cause tonight I feel like |
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James Brown |
