| Steve: I don’t know Woody
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| Are you sure you’ve got this think hooked up right?
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| Woody: Listen man, music is my life
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| Steve: Alright. |
| Two, three, four
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| Hey! |
| What are you doing? |
| What’s goin' on?
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| Woody: Sorry
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| Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica’s feet
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| As a slave the that ubiquitous beat
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| Visions of the big screen danced in her head
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| 'In a matter of time' she said
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| Jessie never got her Hollywood role
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| And the pogo nights have taken there toll
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| She can do the monkey off o' the cuff
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| But her mind had a missing link…
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| Am I In Sync?
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| Paint a picture on a subway train
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| Carve my name in a video game
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| Am I In Sync?
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| Out looking for the camera crews
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| Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
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| Am I In Sync?
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| Live 'til the bubble pops
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| Hold my breath when the big one drops
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| Am I In Sync?
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| Immortality is what I’m buying
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| But I’d rather be immortal by not dying
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| Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
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| And the laws of science drove him to drink
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| Working for the taste of public acclaim
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| And a cure that bore his name
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| Nobel prizes would have been nice |
| But he lost his mind to renegade mice
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| Roger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year'
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| For an understanding shrink…
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| Steve: Alright. |
| Let’s try it again
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| Woody, what are you doin'?
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| You told me you knew how to use this thing
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| Woody: Sorry
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| Steve: Alright. |
| Get it right this time. |
| Three, four
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| Yeah now that wasn’t so hard was it?
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| Woody, what’s goin' on?
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| Woody: Sorry
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| It’s this machine
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| You can fix it in the mix
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| Listen, I kinda like it
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| Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms?
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| I hear Bowie’s gonna do this on his next album
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| Steve: What a relief |