I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
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into this thing
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the deeper I go
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the more knowledge I know
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what to sing
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what to bring
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wha...
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
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into the rhythm
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Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
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checkin it out I’m not dancin' no more but
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why? why? why? wha...
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How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones
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the one, the ones that say
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they know what is what but they don't know what is what
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they just strut
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what the fuck?
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
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into this thing
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and I pretend that they're not there
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I just stare
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up in the booth at the dread man spinnin the song
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spinnin it strong
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playing things like
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we cannot house we can
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that’s my shit
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what?
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whoooooo!
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper
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when people start to disappear
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and it's about six o'clock
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whoo I'm feelin' hot
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take off my sweater and my pants
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and I start to dance
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and all the sweat just goes down my face
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and I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place
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I get deep, yo i get deep
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
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he takes all the bass out of the song
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and all you hear is highs and its like
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oh, shit!
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ahh
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I get deeper
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
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and the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol
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and I get drunk and I'm fallin all over the place
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And I catch myself
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right on time
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right on line
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with the beat
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and its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
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I get deeper
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I get deeper
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I get deeper
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Well if house music was air
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and Doctor love would be my song
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And I would only take deep breaths
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and fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass
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I get deep
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I get deep
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Now it's about three A and I see people doin' fleeays'
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spinnin' jumpin' and grindin'
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as if they had wings on their feet
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raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself
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spinnin those funky funky funky house beats
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And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing
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rythmatic pause without cause
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bass from those high definition speakers
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sitting in the corner on each side of the room
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givin' us the boom boom boom
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to our zoom zoom zoom
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the smell of a L lit while walking by
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but the music gets me high
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sanctified like and old lady in church
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we get happy
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we stomp our feet
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we clap our hands
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we shout
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we cry
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we dance
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and we say
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sweet Lord, speak to me
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speak to me, speak to me, speak to me
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because we love house music
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and on this night it brings us together
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like a family reunion every week
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we eat
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we drink
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we laugh
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we play
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we stink
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so for all you hip hoppers
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you do woppers
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name droppers
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you pill poppers
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come into our house
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to get deep
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wha
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to get deep
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You guys just keep it rollin'
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You gotta just keep it rollin'
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(x19)
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Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards)
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Out under the big bright yellow sun (x40)
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Song for Shelter
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| Fatboy Slim |
