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I hear you talking when I'm on the street |
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Your mouth don't move, but I can hear you speak |
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What's the matter with the boy |
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He don't come around no more |
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Is he checking out for sure |
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Is he gonna close the door on me |
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And I'm always hearing voices on the street |
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I want to shout but I can't hardly speak |
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I was making love last night |
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To a dancer friend of mine |
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I can't seem to stay in step |
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'Cause she comes every time that she pirouettes over me |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
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And I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed |
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Plug in, flush out, fire the fucking feed |
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Heading for the overload |
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Splattered on a dusty road |
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Kick me like you've kicked before |
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Well, I can't even feel the pain no more |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
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Feel so mesmerized, can't describe the scene |
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Feel so hypnotized, all inside of me |
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And the sunshine bores the daylights out of me |
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Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery |
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Headed for the overload |
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Splattered on a dusty road |
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Kick me like you've kicked before |
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I can't even feel the pain no more |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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And I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
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I only get my rocks off when I'm sleeping |
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I only get my rocks off when I'm dreaming |
