| It’s all around me
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| And I can’t wish this away
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| You so amaze me
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| You took my monster away
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| It’s all around me
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| And I can’t wish this away
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| You so amaze me
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| You took my monster away
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| And away, and away, and away
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| Wake me, c’mon and wake me up now I
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| Want to cut off my strings and break
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| Loose of your control of me
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| Cut your strings and be free with me
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| Wake, and wake me up now I want
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| To cut off my strings and break, loose
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| Of your control of me, cut your strings
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| And be free with me
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| Everybody, shake your body
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| Lift your hands, stop frontin'
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| You’re just a puppet
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| Everybody, shake your body
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| Lift your hands, stop frontin'
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| You’re just a puppet
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| To all the marionettes
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| If your gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
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| And If your gonna jump, how high can you jump?
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| All you perpetrators be walkin' round frontin'
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| What?, you fakers afraid to stand for somethin'?
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| If you’re gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
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| And if you’re gonna jump, how high ya gonna jump?
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| All the perpetrators be walkin' round frontin'
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| Why don’t you stand up and break me off somethin'?
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| Ya wanna make it outta sight?
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| Somebody wanna get live tonight?
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| We can hit that, flip that, settle the score
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| 'n' ain’t nobody rock a crowd like this before
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| Ya wanna make it outta sight?
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| Somebody wanna get live tonight?
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| Like an earthquake, let it shake
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| Make the floor vibrate, Krutch y’all
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| Back to set the record straight
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| All y’all people, listen, it’s on
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| Krutch marauders we on a mission
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| Hittin' ya with the air ammunition
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| At war with the puppet master,.
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| I’ll bring it on if I had to
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| Rip it 'n' leave the whole scene shattered
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| Like, chik, blaow!, what ya think of me now
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| I’m lettin' my dawgs out
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| Makin' it loud so hear me shout, what?
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| We be comin' laced with bass
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| Hit the place with no trace
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| When we rock the space
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| Everybody, shake your body
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| Lift your hands, stop frontin'
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| You’re just a puppet
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| Everybody, shake your body
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| Lift your hands, stop frontin'
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| You’re just a puppet
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| To all the people still sleepin'
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| If your gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
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| And If your gonna jump, how high can you jump?
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| All you perpetrators be walkin' round frontin'
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| What?, you fakers afraid to stand for somethin'?
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| If you’re gonna run, how fast ya gonna run?
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| And if you’re gonna jump, how high ya gonna jump?
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| All the perpetrators be walkin' round frontin'
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| Why don’t you stand up and break me off somethin'? |