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She wears her trouble like a backpack |
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Big ol' rock sack weighin' her down |
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Drag her feet on the ground |
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Her heart breakin' |
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She can't shake it |
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There's a blues in her bones won't leave her alone |
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Like a Jones for a fix, some anonymous kick |
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She can't name it |
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She can't shake it |
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She gussies all up and slips into her nightclub clothes |
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Tops it all off at the bottom with capezios |
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There's a place right down the street |
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The resurrection with a disco beat |
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She's gonna dance, dance, dance |
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Like a sufi in trance, can't break it |
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Whirlin', twirl, see the girl's spine tingle and snake it |
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And the burdens on her mind |
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Are off to another space and time |
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She's gonna make it |
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She's gonna shake it |
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She's back on the streets when the club shuts down |
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But the heat beatsstrong like a heartbeat sound |
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No escapin' |
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She can't shake it |
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She jingles in the front of a sidewalk shop |
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Pawns her watch for a hot Walkman |
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Tells the man, I'll take it |
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She can't shake it |
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There's a mood on the edge of her mind like a big, black cloud |
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She slaps on a rap track, jacks the phones way up loud |
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And the music sooyhes her brain |
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As the groove pulses through her veins |
