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Steve: I don't know Woody |
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Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right? |
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Woody: Listen man, music is my life |
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Steve: Alright. Two, three, four |
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Hey! What are you doing? What's goin' on? |
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Woody: Sorry |
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Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet |
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As a slave the that ubiquitous beat |
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Visions of the big screen danced in her head |
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'In a matter of time' she said |
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Jessie never got her Hollywood role |
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And the pogo nights have taken there toll |
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She can do the monkey off o' the cuff |
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But her mind had a missing link... |
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CHORUS |
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Am I In Sync? |
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Paint a picture on a subway train |
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Carve my name in a video game |
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Am I In Sync? |
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Out looking for the camera crews |
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Sell my soul for a second on the evening news |
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Am I In Sync? |
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Live 'til the bubble pops |
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Hold my breath when the big one drops |
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Am I In Sync? |
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Immortality is what I'm buying |
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But I'd rather be immortal by not dying |
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Laboratory rats made Roger a fink |
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And the laws of science drove him to drink |
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Working for the taste of public acclaim |
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And a cure that bore his name |
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Nobel prizes would have been nice |
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But he lost his mind to renegade mice |
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Roger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year' |
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For an understanding shrink... |
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(CHORUS) |
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Steve: Alright. Let's try it again |
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Woody, what are you doin'? |
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You told me you knew how to use this thing |
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Woody: Sorry |
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(CHORUS) |
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Steve: Alright. Get it right this time. Three, four |
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Yeah now that wasn't so hard was it? |
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Woody, what's goin' on? |
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Woody: Sorry |
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It's this machine |
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You can fix it in the mix |
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Listen, I kinda like it |
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Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms? |
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I hear Bowie's gonna do this on his next album |
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Steve: What a relief |