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Moves, I like to make 'em |
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Grooves, I like to shake 'em |
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Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
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'Cause sometimes you'll find |
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That I'm out of my mind |
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You see baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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Words, I'd like to break 'em |
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Words, I like to shake 'em |
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Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
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And you turn up your nose |
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It's a joke you suppose |
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But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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So if you see me somewhere |
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With that glassy ol' stare |
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And the panic and fear in my eyes |
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Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade |
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Or the local police 'cause they won't care |
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I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can |
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Just a mortal with potential of a superman |
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But what sense does it make |
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When I feel like a fake |
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When I'm saying to you all be good for goodness sake? |
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Words, I like to break 'em |
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Words, I'd like to shake 'em |
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Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
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And why? Heaven knows |
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It's a joke I suppose |
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But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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So if you see me somewhere |
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With that glassy ol' stare |
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And the panic and fear in my eyes |
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Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade |
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Or the local police 'cause they won't care |
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I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can |
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Just a mortal with potential of a superman |
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But what sense does it make |
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When I feel like a fake |
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When I'm saying to you all be good for goodness sake? |
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Oh, words, I like to shake 'em |
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Words, I'd like to break 'em |
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Shake 'em from my troublesome mind |
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And why? Heaven knows |
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It's a joke I suppose |
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But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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And you turn up your nose |
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And you say it's a pose |
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But baby, I'm the worrying kind |
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Yeah, sometimes I'm blind |
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I'm just out of my mind |
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Baby, I'm the worrying kind |
