| I am the fountain of affection
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| I’m the instrument of joy
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| And to keep the good times rolling
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| I’m the boy, I’m the boy
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| You know the world could be our oyster
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| If you just put your trust in me
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| Cause we’ll keep the good times rollin'
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| Wait and see, wait and see … oh wait and see!
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| There’s exaltations, a sweet disintegrations
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| There’s a few discolourations, then it comes along
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| You know up is what he chooses, the kisses and the bruises
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| There ain’t nothing he refuses, then it comes along
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| It comes along, and I am lifted, I am lifted, I am lifted!
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| When I’m up I can’t get down
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| Can’t get down, can’t get level
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| When I’m up I can’t get down
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| Get my feet back on the ground
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| When I’m up I can’t get down
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| Can’t get down, can’t get level
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| When I’m up I can’t get down
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| Get my feet back on the ground
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| He just needs, something to bind him
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| Something to wind him up
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| It won’t take long to find him
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| When it comes on strong
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| Black skies are grinning, street lights are spinning
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| The night is just beginning, and then it comes on strong
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| It comes on strong, and I am lifted, I am lifted, I am lifted!
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| Oh it comes on strong, and I am lifted
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| It comes on strong, and I am lifted
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| I am lifted, I am lifted!
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| Oh, I can’t get down
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| Oh no, no, no, no, no, I can’t get down
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| Oh-oh-oh I can’t get down |