| It’s all in a heartbeat, it’s all in a whole slow
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| It’s just like the fever, pay for nothing at all
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| Well, it’s just like the movies, go straight to America
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| Stocking up on ephra, know nothing at all
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| Well, I’ve been in a heartache, I go where I’m rolling
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| I feel like nothing, no, nothing at all
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| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
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| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
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| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
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| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
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| Well, it’s just like the movies, sitting in a whole slow
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| It’s just like the fever, hit out on the cold
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| Well, I’m just like a grown up, I’m just like a hollow
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| I feel like the fever that hit Marilyn Monroe
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| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
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| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
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| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all
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| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up
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| Well, it’s just like the movies
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| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
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| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
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| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
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| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
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| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
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| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
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| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
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| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
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| Birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
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| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
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| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter
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| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back
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| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
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| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
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| I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature
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| Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap
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| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar
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| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back
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| I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature
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| Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap |