| There is fear in my mind that I don’t want to show
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| The anxiety burns and as far as I know
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| I will never be ruled for I do what I like
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| As I’m giving myself to the crowd
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| I give birth to the words that dwell out of my mouth
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| But you won’t understand, you just hear the sound
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| Counting the beats while you’re moving your feet
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| Cause the measure is never the same
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| You are looking at me the way wolves look at sheep
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| You hunger for flesh, you want me to bleed
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| Another failed sucker is killing my nerves with
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| «We like the music, we like the disco sound, hey!»
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| The day will come my friend that I will cut off your ears
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| Remember my words
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| But somehow it depends on grandfather’s razorblades
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| And I will find it someday
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| So please tell me if I’m expecting too much
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| I’m a little impatient, I give it a rush
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| But the folks that surround me would never get right with my kind
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| «We like the disco sound, hey!» |