| Chorus:
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| Moves, I like to make 'em
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| Grooves, I like to shake 'em
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| Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
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| 'Cause sometimes you’ll find
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| That I’m out of my mind
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| You see baby, I’m the worrying kind
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| Words, I like to break 'em
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| Words, I’d like to shake 'em
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| Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
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| And you turn up your nose
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| It’s a joke you suppose
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| But baby, I’m the worrying kind
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| So if you see me somewhere
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| With that glassy ol' stare
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| And the panic and fear in my eyes
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| Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
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| Or the local police 'cause they won’t care
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| I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
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| I’m just a mortal with potential of a superman
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| But what sense does it make
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| When I feel like a fake
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| When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
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| Words, I like to break 'em
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| Words, I’d like to shake 'em
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| Shake 'em from my troublesome mind
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| And why? |
| Heaven knows, it’s a joke, I suppose
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| But baby, I’m the worrying kind
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| So if you see me somewhere
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| With that glassy ol' stare
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| And the panic and fear in my eyes
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| Don’t call for first aid or the fire brigade
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| Or the local police 'cause they won’t care
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| I’m just a silly old boy with my head in the can
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| I’m just a mortal with potential of a superman
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| But what sense does it make
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| When I feel like a fake
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| When I’m saying to you all be good for goodness sake?
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| Oh words, I like to break 'em
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| Words, I’d like to shake 'em
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| Shake them from my troublesome mind
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| And why? |
| Heaven knows, it’s a joke I suppose
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| But baby, I’m the worrying kind
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| And you turn up your nose
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| And you say it’s a pose
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| But baby, I’m the worrying kind
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| Yeah, sometimes I’m blind
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| I’m just out of my mind
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| Baby, I’m the worrying kind |