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{Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge |
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It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand |
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What do you still want to be said the singer? |
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What do you think you can still draw from my lips?} |
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{Exact presence that no fantasy can represent |
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Purveyor of the old secret |
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Alive with the blood that boils again |
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And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart} |
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{How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound |
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Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together |
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The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility |
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Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm} |
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Slave, slave |
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Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm |
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Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line |
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The fire burns with heart beats strong |
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Sing out loud 'The Chain Gang' song |
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Never stop the action |
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Keep it up, keep it up |
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Never stop the action |
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Keep it up, keep it up |
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Slave to the rhythm |
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Dance to the rhythm |
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The rhythm master, never stop |
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Never stop the action |
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Keep it up |
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Never stop the action |
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Keep it up, keep it up |
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Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm |
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Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm |
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Slave to the rhythm |
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Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm |
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Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm |
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To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm |
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Slave |
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To the rhythm |
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To the rhythm |
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To the rhythm |
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{Grace, Oh that's weird} |
