| And my gears start turning
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| It’s burning something deep inside
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| I’d tell you but it might hurt your pride
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| You’d have the feeling that you did something wrong
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| Bona fide
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| Floating in frivolity
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| There’s something in there with a study beat
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| Steaming up an electric storm
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| All night, side by side
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| Oh Baby, I have to admit
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| I wrap my head around the falvor of it
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| You’re giving me an itch I can scratch
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| It’s the perfect match (Yeah, it’s swell)
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| Too hot to keep it locked inside
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| I’d tell you but you might run and hide
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| Because the figures are set and drawn
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| Left and right
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| Nothing beats reality
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| There’s something in there with a study beat
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| Getting ready to perform
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| All night, nationwide
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| Oh Baby, I have to admit
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| I wrap my head around the falvor of it
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| You’re giving me an itch I can scratch
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| It’s the perfect match
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| Flip a coin, flip a coin, flip a coin
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| When it’s in the air you’ll know
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| Flip a coin, flip a coin, when it’s in the air you’ll know which side you want
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| it to go
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| Oh Baby, I have to admit
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| I wrap my head around the falvor of it
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| You’re giving me an itch I can scratch
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| It’s the perfect match
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| Baby, this is no time to quit
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| I wrap my head around the falvor of it
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| You’re giving me an itch I can scratch
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| It’s the perfect match |