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Counterfeit, counterfeit |
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That's what you're shouting at me |
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I could run but I'd sooner have this |
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And I make her bleed |
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Lick the blood stain from your finger |
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Say what do you see? |
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Remind you that whatever you get is |
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What you want it to be |
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You get a feeling, that's what you choose |
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And I was told there was not a minute to lose |
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So if you're waiting, jump out your skin |
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To find a cure for whatever state you're in |
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I tell my good friends, get out the way |
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Of all the lightning hitting the trees today |
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We get a thrill from clapping our hands |
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We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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Weekend, weekend, weekend |
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Coming back, coming back |
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To a place where I never knew |
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Pushing knobs, pushing faders |
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But I don't know what they do |
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This reflection in my mirror |
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Reminds me of you |
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When I tilt it towards the sunlight |
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You fall out of view |
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You get a feeling, that's what you choose |
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And I was told there was not a minute to lose |
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So if you're waiting, jump out your skin |
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To find a cure for whatever state you're in |
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I tell my good friends, get out the way |
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Of all the lightning hitting the trees today |
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We get a thrill from clapping our hands |
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We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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Weekend, weekend, weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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Weekend, weekend, weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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Weekend, weekend, weekend |
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I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend |
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Weekend, weekend, weekend |
