| «What a cheek of the gods»
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| I thought when I’d hit the ground
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| But now that I’m here anyway — terrestrial-bound
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| Gotta make the most of causing this stir
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| Condescent to save the world
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| And turn it upside down
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| I’ll shake it till my kingdom come
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| They call me Love T-T-Tyger
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| I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
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| Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
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| There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
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| I’m gonna save them anyway
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| Tonight the love tyger’s gonna bite you tonight
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| Tobi or not to be! |
| Motown-god, just in white
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| Evel Kneevil of Rock just without evil bike
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| I would break my nose to make a stir
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| Break a rib to save the world from choreography
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| I say a lot I must not say
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| And yet I get paid quite okay
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| They call me Love T-T-Tyger
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| I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
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| Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
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| There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
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| I’m gonna save them anyway
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| Tonight the love tyger’s gonna strike tonight
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| Call me Love T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-Tyger
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| I’m gonna save your soul — never mine
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| Love T-T-Tyger — I’m gonna save your soul
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| There may be a lot who don’t wanna be saved
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| I’m gonna save them anyway
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| Tonight I’m gonna purr and scratch and bite you tonight
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| T-T-T-Tyger
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| AT-T-T-T-T-tack of the T-T-T-T-Tyger |