| Hate, something, sometime, someway
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| Something kick off the front floor
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| Mine, something inside I’ll never ever follow
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| So give me something that is for real, I’ll never ever follow
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| Get your boogie on
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| Get your boogie on
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| Hate, something, someway, each day
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| Dealing with no forgiveness
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| Why, this shit inside, now everyone will follow
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| So give me nothing just feel and now this shit will follow
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| God paged me, «you'll never see the life», who wants to see?
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| God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say
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| God paged me, «you'll never see the life», who wants to see?
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| God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say
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| Each day I can feel it swallow
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| Inside something they took from me
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| I don’t feel your deathly ways
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| Each day I feel so hollow
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| Inside I was beating me
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| You will never see so come dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Dance with me
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| Me!
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| God paged me, «you'll never see the life», who wants to see?
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| God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say
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| God paged me, «you'll never see the life», who wants to see?
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| God told me, I’ve already got the life, oh I say
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life!
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| Got the life! |