| when i woke up this morning i knew what i had to find
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| somewhere there exists a melody that’ll make you change your mind
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| so i got down to business, did the best that i could do still nothing from these lonely foreign lips could be good enough for you
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| if you want to run, put the pedal to the metal
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| show me how it’s done, whistling like a kettle
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| i know you think you’ve won, but we’ve still got a score to settle
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| so i step on the pedal that means metal
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| if we had just one minute alone, i know what i would say
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| this world and i are nothing now, but you make me want to stay
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| if you’d drop by to see me again, i’d open up the door
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| and get down to all that matters now, which is getting down once more |