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Hey-O! |
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Tell'em turn it up till they can't no more |
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Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball |
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This is your last warning, a courtesy call |
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I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way |
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When it hits it shakes me to the core and |
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Makes me stronger than before |
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It's not a question about trust |
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But will you stand with us |
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Can you feel it, make it real |
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Hey-O! |
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Here comes the danger up in this club |
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When we get started and we ain't gonna stop |
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We gonna turn it out 'til it gets to hot |
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Everybody sing, |
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Hey-O! |
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Tell'em Turn it up 'til they can't no more |
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Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball |
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This is your last warning a courtesy call |
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There's a rumble in the floor |
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So get prepared for war |
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When it hits it'll knock you to the ground |
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When it shakes up everything around |
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But survival is a must |
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So will you stand with us? |
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Can you feel it, make it real |
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Make me feel it... |
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I think it might wash away tonight |
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Awaken from this never ending fight |
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It takes more than meets the eye |
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This war we're fighting is not just rotting |
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Hey-O! |
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Here comes the danger up in this club |
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When we get started and we ain't gonna stop |
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We gonna turn it out 'til it gets too hot |
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Everybody sing Hey-O! |
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Tell'em turn it up 'til they can't no more |
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Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball |
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This is your last warning, a courtesy call |
