| He was the kind of kid who always ended heartsick from a conflict
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| And in his dreams he’d free himself
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| To be with others like a loving brother
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| But then he turned away and then he turned away
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| The only time the isolation ever ends is on stage
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body to the boom of the conga
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we bust out
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body like a bull motherfucker
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we, when we bust out
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| He was the kind of nice guy
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| Who shines a flash light out at a dark night
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| I don’t know why a lover’s fire became a knife fight
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| He said, «Forgive me, my wife»
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| All of the planning that we did
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| All of the doubting that we hid
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| All of the slashing, all of the gnashing
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| Now we’ll never have kids
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body to the boom of the conga
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we bust out
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body like a bull motherfucker
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we, when we bust out
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| Take me now, take me now, baby
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| I know it’s, I know it’s more than just a good time
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| Take me now, take me now, baby
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| I know it’s, I know it’s more than just a good time, a good time
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| Start shake, shaking that boom box, baby mama
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| Fake, fake 'til it make your heart
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| Break, break 'til it soon get steady, brother
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| Take, take it up with your Lord
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| Freak who you wanna freak
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| Bust out
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| Doesn’t matter who you pick
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| Bust out
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| Just ring around a heartbreak
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| Bust out
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| Take me now, take me now, baby
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| I know it’s, I know it’s more than just a good time
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| Take me now, take me now, baby
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| I know it’s, I know it’s more than just a good time, a good time
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body to the boom of the conga
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we bust out
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body like a bull motherfucker
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we, when we bust out
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
|
| Twist your body to the boom of the conga
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we bust out
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| Hey, everybody on your feet make thunder
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| Twist your body like a bull motherfucker
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| Hey, my mama make me say not to get loud
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| Boomeranging like a bull when we, when we bust out |