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And my gears start turning |
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It's burning something deep inside |
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I'd tell you but it might hurt your pride |
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You'd have the feeling that you did something wrong |
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Bona fide |
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Floating in frivolity |
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There's something in there with a study beat |
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Steaming up an electric storm |
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All night, side by side |
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Oh Baby, I have to admit |
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I wrap my head around the falvor of it |
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You're giving me an itch I can scratch |
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It's the perfect match (Yeah, it's swell) |
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Too hot to keep it locked inside |
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I'd tell you but you might run and hide |
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Because the figures are set and drawn |
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Left and right |
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Nothing beats reality |
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There's something in there with a study beat |
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Getting ready to perform |
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All night, nationwide |
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Oh Baby, I have to admit |
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I wrap my head around the falvor of it |
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You're giving me an itch I can scratch |
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It's the perfect match |
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Flip a coin, flip a coin, flip a coin |
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When it's in the air you'll know |
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Flip a coin, flip a coin, when it's in the air you'll know which side you want it to go |
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Oh Baby, I have to admit |
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I wrap my head around the falvor of it |
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You're giving me an itch I can scratch |
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It's the perfect match |
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Baby, this is no time to quit |
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I wrap my head around the falvor of it |
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You're giving me an itch I can scratch |
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It's the perfect match |
