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There was a boy who had too many toys |
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And an ache inside of his bones |
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He sought extrication through chemical vocation |
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And now he answers to Jones |
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It is deadly and alluring |
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The sound of poundin' heat |
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Enslaving all who dare succumb |
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To the temptations of the forbidden beat |
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Thinkin' today of what I want to say |
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Thinkin' of inhibition and vice |
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What they call straight, I do relegate |
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As I cautiously saltate along |
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It's deadly and alluring |
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The sound of poundin' heat |
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Enslaving all who dare succumb |
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To the temptations of the forbidden beat |
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It thunders away at first light of each day |
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And the simpleton lifestyle evolves |
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But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts |
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And a new day, upon us, results |
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It's deadly and alluring |
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The sound of poundin' heat |
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Enslaving all who dare succumb |
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To the temptations of the forbidden beat |
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Forbidden beat |
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Forbidden beat |
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Forbidden beat |
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