| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| Like a 44
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| Tell me who… who
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| Who’s it gonna be
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| When you’re dead on the floor
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| Like a 44
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| Tell me where… where
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| Is the way to the door
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| To get along
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| To get along
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| Roll roll my lady love
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| She don’t want my love
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| To go astray
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| Well I say who… who
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| Who’s it gonna be
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| When you have games to play
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| I’m gettin' tired of this crazy bone
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| It’s like suckin' blood from a stone
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| Well tell me where… where
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| Is the taste I used to know
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| To get along
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| To get along
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| I hope a day never goes by
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| Without lookin' into your eyes
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| You’re my love
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| You’re my prayer
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead like a 44
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| Tell me who… who…
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| Who’s it gonna be
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| When you’re dead on the floor
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| I’m tangled to the left
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| And I’m tangled to the right
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| Your clumsy paws
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| Keep crossing my line
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| I guess our love began
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| Somewhere along
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| These power lines
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| The poundin' in my head alone
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| Could kill you dead
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| Like a 44
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| © 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group |