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Do you wanna be an angel |
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Do you wanna be a star |
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Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar |
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Do you wanna be a poet |
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Do you wanna be my string |
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You could be anything |
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Do you wanna be the lover of another |
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Undercover you could even be the man on the moon |
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Do you wanna be the player |
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Do you wanna be the string |
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Let me tell you something |
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It just don't mean a thing |
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You see it really doesn't matter |
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When you're buried in disguise |
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By the dark glass on your eyes |
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Though your flesh has crystallised |
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Still...you turn me on |
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Still...you turn me on |
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Mmmm...you turn me on |
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Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head |
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Do you wanna be the feathers lying in my bed |
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Do you wanna be the cover of a magazine |
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Create a scene |
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Every day a little sadder |
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A little madder |
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Someone get me a ladder |
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Do you wanna be the singer |
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Do you wanna be the song |
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Let me tell you something |
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You just couldn't be more wrong |
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You see I really have to tell you |
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That it all gets so intense |
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From my experience |
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It just doesn't seem to make sense |
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Still...you turn me on |
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Mmmm...you turn me on, yeah |
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Mmmm...you turn me on. |
