| She wears her trouble like a backpack
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| Big ol' rock sack weighin' her down
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| Drag her feet on the ground
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| Her heart breakin'
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| She can’t shake it
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| There’s a blues in her bones won’t leave her alone
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| Like a Jones for a fix, some anonymous kick
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| She can’t name it
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| She can’t shake it
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| She gussies all up and slips into her nightclub clothes
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| Tops it all off at the bottom with capezios
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| There’s a place right down the street
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| The resurrection with a disco beat
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| She’s gonna dance, dance, dance
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| Like a sufi in trance, can’t break it
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| Whirlin', twirl, see the girl’s spine tingle and snake it
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| And the burdens on her mind
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| Are off to another space and time
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| She’s gonna make it
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| She’s gonna shake it
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| She’s back on the streets when the club shuts down
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| But the heat beatsstrong like a heartbeat sound
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| No escapin'
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| She can’t shake it
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| She jingles in the front of a sidewalk shop
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| Pawns her watch for a hot Walkman
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| Tells the man, I’ll take it
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| She can’t shake it
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| There’s a mood on the edge of her mind like a big, black cloud
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| She slaps on a rap track, jacks the phones way up loud
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| And the music sooyhes her brain
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| As the groove pulses through her veins |