| Oh my God, it’s system overload
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| Exceed yourself, you’ll crash till you implode
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| Transmission of a new vibration sounds
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| No limitations drag you underground
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| Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
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| Building the pressure
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| Till you explode
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| Stereo Shot like a gun
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| Once fired it’s outta control
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| The danger is half the fun
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| Stereo Shot like a gun
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| Inject it straight to your soul
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| And into your world, oh-oh
|
| Oh my God, it’s system overload
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| Intoxicate your taste for radio
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| Remission of the waves as they resound
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| With pure addiction, feed your kicks for sound
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| Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
|
| Building the pressure
|
| Till you explode
|
| Stereo Shot like a gun
|
| Once fired it’s outta control
|
| The danger is half the fun
|
| Stereo Shot like a gun
|
| Inject it straight to your soul
|
| And into your world, oh-oh
|
| Pleasure, pleasure
|
| Remission of the waves as they resound
|
| Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
|
| Feed your kicks for sound
|
| Pleasure, pleasure
|
| Stereo Shot like a gun
|
| The danger is half the fun
|
| Stereo Shot like a gun
|
| Inject it straight to your soul
|
| Into your world, oh-oh |