| It’s so hard to describe, the way it feels and how it drives
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| The beat is insular it hits you hard when you first arrive
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| Round and round and round and round the picnic flies
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| You heard the sound effects, they become the soundtrack to our lives
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| We’ll sit around, it suits us right down to the ground
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| We’ll sing a song or two and drink a few, I love it, don’t you?
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| Breathe it deep into your body and your soul
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| You know next week this fun is gonna take it’s toll but 'till then
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| Here we go, feel the beat around you grow
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| Feel it grow, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| There is a place you’ll find, you might find it when half alive
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| But it’ll make you dance and keep you dancing like it’s your last
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| Down and round and down and round the trail will wind
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| You see the lights ahead the shoes that tread in time to the grind
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| The crowd will roar as drums too full they take the floor
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| They’re playing just for you the bass is from where we take our cue
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| Move it deep into your body and your soul
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| You know next week this fun is gonna take it’s toll
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| But till then
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, feel the beat around you grow
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| Feel it grow, here we go
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| Here we go, feel the beat around you grow
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| Feel it grow, here we go
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| Here we go, feel the beat around you grow
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| Feel it grow, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go
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| Here we go, here we go |