Gives head and you love
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Yells to jump and you jump
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What fluo we don't bring
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with a wireless or wired microphone
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In the best club
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South North or Tel Aviv
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Wherever we don't show up
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here i come
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Still complacent and still warm
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Still the same child from Samuel the prophet
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For him doss and Arabs is second nature
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The same boy who went to me
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and escaped on the usual route
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Charter card and backpack
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It's strange to me that you want me to be a celebrity
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It's strange to me that you want to take a picture with me
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Don't want to be dazzled, want to stay real
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So glad I have a microphone in my hand
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So happy to put it all aside
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I spit the nerves rhyme pain
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love what i do
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doing what i love
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On the stage to lift I open burners
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We are all here brothers, here is what is good and what is pleasant
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I give you a good time, I give you a show
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girls say "hey guy" to me
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Boys say to me "give us a flowo"
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Open the doors and let the crowd in
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We will celebrate the madness and lift the morale
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In a sea of sounds I swim easily
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Like a predatory piranha devouring the present
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We have come this far for a good reason
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This is the right of the profession to respond to the environment
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You are like an anchor to me straight to the base
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With an accessible microphone and songbook in the pocket
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So glad I have a microphone in my hand
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So happy to put it all aside
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I spit the nerves rhyme pain
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love what i do
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doing what i love
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My plans have changed
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Little ones were born to me
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Memories came back to me
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I still have time left
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to pass with my loved ones
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hold a microphone in my hands
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If you ask me until when
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I will answer that I wish until the end of my days
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Gives head and you love
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Says to jump and you jump
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Come give my all
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Now you are with me
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So glad I have a microphone in my hand
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So happy to put it all aside
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I spit the nerves rhyme pain
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love what i do
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doing what i love |