| It may be greed
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| But I like it
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| I’m a hopeless romantic
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| And my body is frantic
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| Feel the need
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| I won’t fight it
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| And if somebody dared us
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| We would party in Paris
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| Keep the radio blasting
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| 'Cause it’s just what I need
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| All that I’m asking
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| Go on and make my ears bleed
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| 'Cause I’m on vacation
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| With nowhere to go
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| No more hesitation
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| There’s a fire in my soul
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| Go on and burn it up
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| Got to turn it up
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| It can never be, ever be loud enough
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| Go on and burn it up
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| Got to turn it up
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| It can never be, ever be loud enough
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| Fill my cup
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| Oh, sure could use it
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| Gonna rock you like thunder
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| Till it puts us all under
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| Won’t grow up
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| 'Cause I choose it
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| I keep feeling this hunger
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| And to me, it’s no wonder
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| Keep the radio blasting
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| 'Cause it’s just what I need
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| All that I’m asking
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| Go on and make my ears bleed
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| 'Cause I’m on vacation
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| With nowhere to go
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| No more hesitation
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| There’s a fire in my soul
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| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
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| It can never be, ever be, loud enough
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| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
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| It can never be, ever be, loud enough
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| Ooh yeah
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| Keep the radio blasting
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| 'Cause it’s just what I need
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| All that I’m asking
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| Go on and make my ears bleed
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| 'Cause I’m on vacation
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| With nowhere to go
|
| No more hesitation
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| There’s a fire in my soul
|
| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
|
| It can never be, ever be, loud enough
|
| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
|
| It can never be, ever be, loud enough
|
| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
|
| It can never be, ever be, loud enough
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| Go on and burn it up
|
| Got to turn it up
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |