| Oh this is way too loud
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| they blow the speakers out
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| woh oh oh (x2)
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| the kickdrum kicks you down
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| the four-tone counts you out
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| woh oh oh (x2)
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| you don’t know what you’re doing here
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| in the city of berlin
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| at a party in the restroom of a restaurant
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| another bottle hits the ground
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| you push and … around
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| «there's fire door, don’t open it!»
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| you feel so alive
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| on your way home through the night
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| you feel so alive
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| when the adrenalin kicks in
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| your ears are ringing
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| your heart is raising
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| woh oh oh
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| not a single face can you recall
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| 'cause they’re all look-a-likes
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| fake blanked glasses, high top sneakers and drainpipe jeans
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| then you sensed the first raindrop on your nose
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| you feel so
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| you feel so alive
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| on your way home through the night
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| you feel so alive
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| when the adrenalin kicks in
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| you feel so alive
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| on your way home through the night
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| you waste no more time
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| as you come running home to me
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| in the ally and in the park
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| you feel the beat of your raising heart
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| as you’re riding back to me
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| through the rain at the mart
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| ooh
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| you’re not gonna stop
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| as you’re riding back to me |