| One time for the bass to make you go
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| One time for the bass to make you go
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| One time for the bass to make you go
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| Everybody looking at us like we’re strangers
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| A syncopation to our step but who could blame us
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| Rewind the tapes and see what you can savour
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| Dip in your finger, taste the new flavour
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| (Can you believe he’s not a cyborg?)
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| With the scarface, long hair, one ear, big hits
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| (Can you believe he’s not a cyborg?)
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| With the big bass, hot riffs, big spitter, fat sticks
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| Listen up because attention flees
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| The last track was a test indeed
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| So, loud mouthing, bitter, lost faith in us
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| Give ‘em one song now they never want to play with us
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| (Again we ask are you with it?)
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| The Odd World is spinnin', and we’re right here within it
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| (Again we ask are you with it?)
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| Get your neck in check, right now you’re ‘bout to feel it
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| I can feel the floorboards shake
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| A familiar tune creeps down my neck
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| And I will change for us, instead
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| ‘The Familiar Junkies' bang their heads |