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Beats down and dirty beats in my soul |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm dancing on gold |
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Beats got me movin' beats in control |
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Won't let me down if I'm feelin' low |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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Just try to make the music go |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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He's down and dirty he's got no wife |
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He's got an old guitar and that is his life |
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He's got the rhythm he's got the jive |
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And when we touch each others wires we're on fire |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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And you know we always play each other |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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I don't care what you say I'm gonna play |
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I don't do what anybody says 'cos I know |
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I know what I want out of life |
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Yeah sometimes he says well it serves you right |
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Instead of sleeping you're out playing all night |
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But he is my buddy he understands |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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I gotta play it don't you know |
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Tell somebody, tell somebody, tell somebody |
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And sometimes we get into a royal battle even in the streets |
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You know those electrical wires how they get crossed |
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Sometimes they explode so I hit him |
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And he gets the guitar and we hit the stage |
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And we play it rough and tough |
