After all, this is the same hit that you came here to hear, shout
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Pullup!
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Press stop, DJ, rewind the record, people are talking there
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Pullup!
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After all, this is the same move of hot notes that shoots like
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Bullet!
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And if you don't understand a word, we'll repeat it again, shout
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Pullup!
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The ringing of the alarm clock woke me up in the morning
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I opened my eyes and I see my house around me
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Some kind of background is making noise inside my head
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Listening, I made out the melodies tone
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And everywhere all day she haunted me afterwards
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Her motive howled, blowing the wind outside the window
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Her rhythm was beaten by a neighbor into the wall with a hammer
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In order not to go crazy to the end, I got dressed, went out
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But even on the street there was a topic following me, like a shadow behind a post.
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Here and there on the heels of me she ran her tail
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Under the shuffling of her feet on the concrete, a flock of crows croaked her
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I don't remember how I ended up without a coat, but at the remote control
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And I turned off my phone and I turned on the microphone
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From the first take, I recorded the exact same tone
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style style sunshine chanson
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As if Rosenbaum sang us his Boston waltz
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With one throw I saddled this version
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And ska-ska-ska-ride like a raven on a horse, but suddenly |
The music was interrupted by the ringing of the alarm
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I opened my eyes and realized that it was a dream
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After all, this is the same hit that you came here to hear, shout
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Pullup!
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Press stop, DJ, rewind the record, people are talking there
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Pullup!
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After all, this is the same move of hot notes that shoots like
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Bullet!
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And if you don't understand a word, we'll repeat it again, shout
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Pullup!
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The ringing of the alarm clock woke me up in the morning
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I rubbed my eyes, remembering the dream I had
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Behind the wall, there was something boo-boo-mumbled a tape recorder
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His motive seemed to be very familiar to me.
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Finding nothing in the empty fridge
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I made tea, cut a loaf of bread
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Leaving the house, I did not suspect how much
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Surprises await me on my way
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Passing by a car with tinted glass
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I heard the same bass through the closed windows
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A guy with a player stood nearby at the bus stop
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The same bit clicked under the earphone
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But just amazed I was a minibus
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Instead of turning on the radio chanson as usual
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He listened to the same track, no doubt it's him
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Before he could finish the game, the phone rang
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This is Sony Music, we are interested in a song about sleep |
And we would like to buy the rights to the whole album from you.
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And immediately again the call: “Well, where are you there? |
We are already waiting!
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The club sold tickets like a whole stadium!”
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Imperceptibly drowned day in the darkness of the night
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People came, the ballroom was packed
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They wanted the same track, they wanted the same tone
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And I took the stage and I took the mic
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But suddenly, as in the middle of a clear sky, thunder
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There was a treacherous alarm ringing
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So, it's all a dream, which means it's a complete bummer
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Pullup! |
Rewind, put it first, I don’t even want to hear what’s next
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After all, this is the same hit that you came here to hear, shout
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Pullup!
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Press stop, DJ, rewind the record, people are talking there
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Pullup!
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After all, this is the same move of hot notes that shoots like
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Bullet!
|
And if you don't understand a word, we'll repeat it again, shout
|
Pullup!
|
After all, this is the same hit that you came here to hear, shout
|
Pullup!
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Press stop, DJ, rewind the record, people are talking there
|
Pullup!
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After all, this is the same move of hot notes that shoots like
|
Bullet!
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And if you don't understand a word, we'll repeat it again, shout |