| T-touch the pleasure
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| T-taste the pain
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| Turn it upside down as the world spins round
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| Would you make my day?
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| This is getting explosive, this is getting too hot
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| You’re the type I need, you could murder me
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| In the name of rock
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| Maybe it’s for the good of mankind
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Going in hard, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Get in the car, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that
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| Clutch under pressure
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| Ice in my veins
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| Maybe all my flaws give me my powers
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| I was born this way, I go way too fast
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| Runaway car crash, spitting out gas
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| Stars like the night, pitch-black
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| We tripped all the wires, lit all the fires
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| Sniffed out the liars, I wonder why
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| Maybe it’s for the good of mankind
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Going in hard, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Get in the car, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that
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| Maybe it’s for the
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| Maybe it’s for the
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Going in hard, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that
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| Sound the alarm, sound the alarm
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| Get in the car, 'cause we ain’t too proud to be begging like that |