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You're always looking for reasons, |
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You don't know what it's for, |
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You always hide your feelings, |
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When you're on the floor. |
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Can I find this rhythm? |
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Can I set you free? |
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I'm a faulty circuit, |
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I know what I need. |
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I would scream, |
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I would shout shout shout shout shout |
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I would move, |
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To the drums that hit my feet. |
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I would scream, |
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I would shout shout shout shout shout |
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I would move, |
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To the drums that hit my feet. |
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Am I science fiction? |
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Have I lost my soul? |
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In my imagination, |
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I'm girl next door. |
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Am I wired for motion? |
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Am I sad to see? |
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I'm photographic, |
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Memory... |
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I would scream |
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I would shout shout shout shout shout |
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I would move |
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To the drums that hit my feet |
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I would scream |
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I would shout shout shout shout shout |
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I would move |
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To the drums that hit my feet |
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To the drums that hit my feet |
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To the drums that hit my feet |
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To the drums that hit my feet |
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To the drums that hit my feet |