| Tribal dance grows in my skin
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| Something wrong goes in between
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| The trouble calm, deep in my skin
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| Something wrong 'cause we are free
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| One, two, three, it’s a definition of style
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| You don’t know where to go
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| But you know my mind is clear
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| This time, I’m gonna try
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| My mind
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| One, two, three, it’s a definition of style
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| You don’t know where to go
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| But you know my mind is clear
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| This time, my mind
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| Tribal dance grows in silence
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| See I don’t know how shit came in
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| But something strange came in my skin
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| I cut myself and started to bleed
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| One, two, three, it’s a definition of style
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| You don’t know where to go
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| But you know my mind is clear
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| This time, I’m gonna try
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| My mind
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| One, two, three, it’s a definition of style
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| You don’t know where to go
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| But you know my mind is clear
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| This time, my mind
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| Tribal dance grows in my skin
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| Something wrong goes in between
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| The trouble calm, deep in my skin
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| Something wrong 'cause we are … |