| COME ON!
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| Just grab my hand baby
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| Sitting down is giving up
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| Just this once baby
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| Shutting up is giving in
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| Pry those petals from their wet walls
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| So we can hit the floor
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| It’s the rhythm of rebellion
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| A reason for celebration
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| Let the volume do the talking
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| With the force of an explosion
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| Come on and place those
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| Nervous palms in mine
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| We’ll drive the fear from both our frames
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| Sending bitten bullets through those bitter pills
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| In an unexpected plot twist
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| You’ve stunned me with a kiss
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| That felt like a runaway wrought iron fist
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| Don’t hang the dj yet
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| This song deserves a second spin
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| If you feel the need
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| Switch those lips to repeat
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| Before the needle leaves the surface
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| And the night has left us speechless
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| We’ll go home when we’ve burnt yours
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| Dancing amongst the cinders with your daughters
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| Buried regrets in all the rubble
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| The friction in the scheme of things |