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(Kristyn Osborn, Jason Deere) |
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Well I can be magic or tragically tragic |
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And I can be everything between us |
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Some days I'm frightful or awfully delightful |
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The consummate extremist |
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But you say, grinning |
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You're ok with all of the trimmings |
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But you're blundering, you're skating |
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And I'm wondering why are you waiting |
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Chorus: |
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Turn me on, turn it up |
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Turn this fable into fact |
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Turn my world on its ear |
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Then go and turn it back |
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Turn the fall into flight |
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Turn this bubble to a burn |
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Cause baby it's your turn |
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Turn me on turn me on |
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Trust me you own it I've always known it |
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You've must've memorized my manual |
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So why are you scared of this villianous word love |
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Maybe it's too true to handle |
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Your willing addiction |
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And feeling a tiny confliction |
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It's scrawled on your face |
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Here we've stalled so pick up the pace |
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Repeat chorus |
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Bridge: |
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(Turn me on) |
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You gotta give it up cause it's gonna gonna save me |
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(Turn me on) |
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You're charming when you're starving |
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Don't you ever ever crave me |
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(Turn me on) |
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme something to hold on to |
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Ooooooohhhhh |