| I got two pale hands up against the window pane
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| I’m shaking with the heat of my need again
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| It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
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| There’s nothing I can do to revert the gain
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| I’m looking down to the street below
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| There’s nothing in the way they move to show
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| They too, know what I knew
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| They too hunger for the beast below
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| Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
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| There’s a certain something missing that the treble can’t erase
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| I know you can tell just by looking at my face
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| A word about my weakness
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| I’m totally addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho Totally addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho
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| (Wow woah ho)
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| There’s nothing I can do to be cool
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| I don’t sleep 'til I’ve had my fuel
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| It frustrates if I am deprived
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| A hunger that grates from deep inside
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| I feel like I’m doing time
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| Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
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| In my mind I must overcome the need to define
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| The solitary silence of a faceless crime
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| Standing by the stereo I’m feeling so alone
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| My back against a speaker and I’m moving on my own
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| Surrounded by so many and they’re staring at my face
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| They’re picking up my problem
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| I’m totally addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho Totally addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho Your bassline is shooting up my spine
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| Wow woah ho Your bassline has got me feeling fine
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| It’s filling up my mind
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| Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street
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| People I see everywhere are tapping their feet
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| Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong
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| Everybody’s groovin' to their own song
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| Down at the scene below
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| There’s something in the way they move to show
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| They too, know what I know
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| They too hunger for the beast below
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| Rhythm’s running over me to wash away my fears
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| The backbeat of humanity it sweetens my tears
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| There’s something that’s connected us down throughout the years
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| No need to feel so lonely, everyone’s addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho Everyone’s addicted to bass
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| Wow woah ho Your bassline is shooting up my spine
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| Your bassline
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| Your bassline has got me feeling fine
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| It’s filling up my mind
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| Your bassline is shooting up my spine
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| Your bassline
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| Your bassline has got me feeling fine
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| It’s filling up my mind… |