| Zoned out, I can’t keep it movin'
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| I don’t want your problems
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| Freaked out, but not ever losin'
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| Gonna crush rock bottom
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| Get down with what gets ya boogie
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| I hope that you caught 'em
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| Knocked out but fate’s good lookin'
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| Gonna fool you rotten
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| Gonna blast off with a loud boom
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| And rocket ‘til the day we die
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| Yeah, when you bet your life you learn to keep your eyes on the prize
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| I just wanna get one thing straight
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| The young and the restless just copulate
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| I’m talkin' turkey
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| Courtin' disaster, punchin' masters
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| I’m livin' it all for nothin'
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| All guts, no glory
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| Homeboy, sweet homeboy
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| Not with my pig, you don’t
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| You think you’re a smooth clubba hubba
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| Home is where the heart attack is
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| Several opportunities missed for your biz
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| So kiss my butler
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| Round up, move out, get ready
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| For a truly rockin' good show
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| Promenade with the flock and forget about the clock
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| ‘cause in-a 1, 2, a-1, 2, 3
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| Everybody lose it with me!
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| Gonna blast off with a loud boom
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| And rocket ‘til the day we die
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| Yeah, when you bet your life you learn to keep your eyes on the prize
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| Bellows of titans in history
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| Weighing down on me
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| I know how it goes
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| It’s a sweet fabrication
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| Blocked out, the dream is a fever
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| And death can wait for me
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| Gonna blast off with a loud boom
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| And rocket ‘til the day we die
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| Yeah, when you bet your life you learn to keep your eyes on the prize |