| And I say
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| Oh oh oh you never know which way to go
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| And I say
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| Oh oh oh the Flipper twist is in my soul
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| Now all the time we spent runnin' around
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| City to city, any club, any town
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| We got a taste of the audience zeal
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| What makes them hop and bop and feel
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| They wanna dance and have a good time
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| We gotta keep the tempo upbeat all the time
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| But we are trying to do something new
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| Playing discord in theory and that chord too
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| Abundant vibrations so pure and true
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| Move about betraying me and you
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| The nation’s taste changes from day to day
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| First it’s humor becoming ultra violence decay
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| It’s just a game of the rat eats the dog
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| Lead the pack or be forever lost
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| So many kings to rule just one hill
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| To me it’s crap, I say just be real
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| I have to stand out from the rest
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| Vocational noise puts myself to the test
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| The music squeaks, squawks and drones on
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| A magic feeling where nothing can go wrong
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| I lift my head proud, the feeling is bliss
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| My body starts a motion and I start to twist
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| Scream and shout but never resist
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| Even though there’s no control
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| Until falling down makes it’s cycle whole
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| And I say
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| Oh oh oh the Flipper twist is in my soul
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| And I say
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| Oh oh oh you never know which way to go |