Counterfeit, counterfeit
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That's what you're... shouting at me
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I could run but I'd sooner have this
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And amicably
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Lick the blood stain from your finger
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Say what do you see
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Remind you that whatever you get is
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What you want it to be
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You get a feeling, that's what you choose
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And I was told there was not a minute to lose
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So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
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To find a cure for whatever state your in
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I tell my good friends 'get out the way'
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Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
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We get a thrill from clapping our hands
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We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
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Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
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Coming back, coming back
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To a place where... I never knew
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Pushing knobs pushing faders but I
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Don't know what they do
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This reflection in my mirror
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Reminds me of you
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When I tilt it towards the sunlight
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You fall out of view
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You get a feeling, that's what you choose
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And I was told there was not a minute to lose
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So if you're waiting, jump out your skin
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To find a cure for whatever state your in
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I tell my good friends 'get out the way'
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Of all the lightning hitting the trees today
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We get a thrill from clapping our hands
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We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance
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Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend
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Ready For The Weekend
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| Calvin Harris |
