| Do ya really wanna
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| Do ya really wanna taste it!
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| Get it on, get it on top, make a move extreme
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| Make a pose, shortcut to your dreams
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| Float straight to the stars on that flying thing
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| Getting high, getting brave, getting snowblind
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| Game set, go!
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| Pick a tune, chick harpoon
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| In a world beyond
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| Get a beat, got a heat
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| On a phony string
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| Tear your world apart
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| Once the magic starts
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| Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it
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| What's going up must come down
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| Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it
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| Baby you're losing ground
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| Blind to what you'll soon become
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| The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
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| But you
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| Dancing with blinkers on
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| Throw your dog the invisible bone
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| Say I do, say I will
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| And put your jet in gear
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| Anything to get you out of here
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| Gotta go hit that ride
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| To the setting sun
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| Pack it up, get ahead, gotta leave this mess
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| Behind, gotta cruise from the blues
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| Got a life to find
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| What you need's, there to read
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| On the dotted line
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| Kill your selfcontrol
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| Welcome to the show
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| Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it
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| What's going up must come down
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| Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it
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| Baby you're losing ground
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| Blind to what you'll soon become
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| The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong
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| But you
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| Dancing with blinkers on
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| Throw your dog the invisible bone |