| Do you want a plight?
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| Well you don’t have a choice
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| Stand up alive
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| Cause the music hasn’t die yet
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| Suzy was a psycho, but she looked good
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| Little ball of fire, light it up and cook wood
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| She knew the power of what she had to offer
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| Pieces of a puzzle, personality, and posture
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| When it’s probably done, it seems spun
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| As long as you’re not ??
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| Bar fly looking for a fall guy
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| Taking on all types
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| From big baller to the small fry
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| Get what you want out of life
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| But every night now the same thought arise (babe you got a light?)
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| Still as lonely as the number one
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| Cause you only love someone
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| So you have someone to run from
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| Run, run, put your back into it Sue
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| Always wonder what it would be like to try to rap to you
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| We gotta show Suzy love
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| Ain’t no way anyone’s gonna stop before the music does
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| Bobby was a genius, and he would prove it His favorite move is to make you look stupid
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| He knows the answer, nobody puts their hands up When he starts talking everybody (shut up)
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| Bobby didn’t have friends, not real ones
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| Just a bunch of light minded self righteous pilgrims
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| And they all treated Bob like the big cheese
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| Knowing damn well they all thought he was a «bitch please»
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| Blows his own horn, slaps his own bass
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| While everyone waits for him to fall on his face
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| And while he’s down, someone will take his place
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| If the suit isn’t trump even seven beats an ace
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| Look at Bobby, he doesn’t even know
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| You’re supposed to set a new one after you achieve a goal
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| Accomplishments are just excuses to talk and spit
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| When you music stops, who will have a spot to sit?
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| Bring me the head of whoever said «play fair»
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| I want to sit in my chair and wear a blank stare
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| Fuck being king of the hill
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| When the music dies you’ll be the first one the villagers kill
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| Walk in circles, dizzy up the movement
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| Talk in circles, the underground’s polluted
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| Lots of circles, you wonderin’where you fit
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| Stop the cirlces!
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| (Over beat boxing)
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| Oh Oh Oh yea, Oh Oh Oh yea
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| Well you don’t have a choice
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| Oh Oh Oh yea
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| Stand up alive
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| Oh Oh Oh yea
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| Well you don’t have a choice
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| Stand up… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Musical Chairs , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп