| I want Neil Young on your phone speaker in the morning
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| And fuck him if he just can’t see
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| This is how his songs are supposed to be heard
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| No more lectures on fidelity
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| I don’t believe in mysticism
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| Only in what science proves
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| Like the sex appeal of your sick dance moves
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| Ooh, wee, ooh, wee
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| Put on your red beret, baby
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| Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)
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| Do something kinda unique to me
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| Do something that’ll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)
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| That’s how I know that I’m not pretending
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| I know it’s not make believe (ooh, ooh)
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| It’s only complicated if you want it to be
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| Do you know what I mean? |
| It’s byzantine
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| I want Hi-Chews, playlists, smoking on the roof
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| And I love the way you look at me
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| Tennessee Williams in Stuart Weitzman boots
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| Yeah, you just too wild to believe
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| A fetish for athletic fashion
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| Running shoes and striped track suits
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| I never heard of Sparks before
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| But I’m so glad you shared them with me
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| Put on your red beret, baby
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| Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)
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| Do something kinda unique to me
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| Do something that’ll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)
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| That’s how I know that I’m not pretending
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| I know it’s not make believe (ooh, ooh)
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| It’s only complicated if you want it to be
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| Do you know what I mean? |
| It’s byzantine
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| Rollin', crashin', breakin', splashing
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| Givin', takin', makin', breakin' promises
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| You got me high when I was low
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| Negative ions, come save my soul (soul, soul)
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| Put on your red beret, baby
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| Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)
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| Do something kinda unique to me
|
| Do something that’ll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)
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| That’s how I know that I’m not pretending
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| I know it’s not make believe (ooh, ooh)
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| It’s only complicated if you want it to be
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| Do you know what I mean? |
| It’s byzantine
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| It’s byzantine
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| It’s byzantine
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| It’s byzantine
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| It’s byzantine |