| I’ve got big blue feet and appealing eyes
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| Twisted fingers and withered thighs
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| My head is sewn on the wrong way
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| But my mouth has something important to say
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| For you, I wanna come alive
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| For you, it’s not my head that decides
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| I might be dead on my feet, a slave to the heat
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| This part of me is hard to disguise
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| For you, I wanna come alive
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| If you can’t stand to look, I understand
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| But don’t let it stop you from taking my hand
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| Nighttime’s the right time to be around
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| Visiting old favorites above the ground
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| For you, I wanna come alive
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| For you, it’s not my head that decides
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| I might be dead on my feet, a slave to the heat
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| This part of me is hard to disguise
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| For you, I wanna come alive
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| For you, I wanna come alive
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| For you, it’s not my head that decides
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| I might be dead on my feet, a slave to the heat
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| This part of me is hard to disguise
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| For you, I wanna come alive |