i sold my soul so i could try
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i'm standing at the picket line
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and anyone that wants the fun now is the time
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i'm calling out to you from the basement
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i got a need to feel so i shake! shake!
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you got a problem with me, say it
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i couldn't care if we lose, no
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she said i'm lost and out of love
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i think it's more a case of no damn luck
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just like a gun just for the fun i set it off
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i'm calling out to you from the basement
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i got a need to feel so i shake! shake!
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you got a problem with me, say it
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i couldn't care if we lose
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i'm calling out to you from the basement
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i got a need to feel so i shake! shake!
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you got a problem with me, say it
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i couldn't care if we lose, no
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another poem to you from the bedroom
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into the streets i run from the classroom
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i got a need to feel so i shake! shake!
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i got a need to feel so i shake! shake!
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Shake! Shake!
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| The Subways |
