| Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
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| Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
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| You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
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| I want the good life
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| Every good night you’re a hard one to hold
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| Cause you don’t even know
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| I can make your hands clap
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| Said I can make your hands clap
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| Somebody save your soul cause you’ve been sinning in this city I know
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| Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
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| You’re like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
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| I want your love and your affection when they’re holdin' you close
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| Cause you don’t even know
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| I can make your hands clap
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| Said I can make your hands clap
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| Every night when the stars come out
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| Am I the only living soul around?
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| Need to believe you could hold me down
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| Cause I’m in need of somethin' good right now
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| We could be screamin' till the sun comes out
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| And when we wake we’d be the only sound
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| I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| My flesh is searchin' for your worst and best, don’t ever deny
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| I’m like a stranger, gimme me danger
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| All your wrongs and your rights
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| Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you’re a keeper of crimes
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| Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine
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| But you don’t even know
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| I can make your hands clap
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| Said I can make your hands clap
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| We could be screamin' till the sun comes out
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| And when we wake we’d be the only sound
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| I get on my knees and say a prayer: James Brown
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| That I can make your hands clap
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| So can I get a handclap? |