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(Tell me about your childhood) |
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At the tender age of three |
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I was hooked to a machine |
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Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk. |
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Ha! Must have took me for a fool |
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When they chucked me out of school |
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'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk. |
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But tonight I'm on the edge - |
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Fellas, shut me in the fridge |
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'Cause I'm burning up! (I'm burning up.) |
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With the vision in my brain |
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And the music in my veins |
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And the dirty rhythm in my blood! |
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They are messing with my heart... |
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And they're messing with my heart |
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And they're messing with my heart |
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Won't stop messing with my... ohh! |
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Ripping me apart! |
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Hyperactive: when I'm small |
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Hyperactive: now I'm grown |
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Hyperactive: and the night is young |
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(And in a minute I'll blow!) |
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Semaphore out on the floor |
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Messages from outer space |
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Deep heat for the feet |
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And the rhythm of your heartbeat |
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'Cause the music of the street |
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It isn't any rapattack |
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It isn't any rapattack |
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I can reach into your homes |
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Like an itch in your headphones |
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You can't turn it up |
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I'm the shape in your back room |
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I'm the breather on the phone |
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And I'm burning up |
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But there's one thing I must say |
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Before they lock me up again - |
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You'd be safer at the back |
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When I'm having an attack! |
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Hyperactive: when I was small |
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Hyperactive: now I'm tall |
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Hyperactive: as the day is long |
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Hyperactive: in my bones |
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Hyperactive: in your phones |
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Hyperactive: and the night is young |
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Hyperactive : when I was small |
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Hyperactive: now I'm grown |
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Hyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and gone |
