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It starts in your head |
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And moves to your hands |
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Your body starts shakin' |
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'Cause you're in demand |
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You do the slave to the beat |
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Of the neuro-sutra can can... |
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You're lashed 'twixt the stars |
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With your ice and motor cars |
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You do the slave to the beat |
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Of the neuro-sutra can can |
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Oh yea! Yea! Pull out the zen |
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I've got a Buddhist principle in my hand |
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Your life seems wasted your bodies laced in |
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Don't stop now you've got to trace it... |
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You put your hands together |
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Writhe in the shackle |
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You twist your body round |
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'Til it starts to crackle |
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You do the slave to the beat |
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Of the neuro-sutra can can... |
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Right here right now shake it in and out some |
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Lights on off now make it spin and fight now |
