| I hear you talking when I’m on the street
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| Your mouth don’t move, but I can hear you speak
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| What’s the matter with the boy
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| He don’t come around no more
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| Is he checking out for sure
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| Is he gonna close the door on me
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| And I’m always hearing voices on the street
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| I want to shout but I can’t hardly speak
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| I was making love last night
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| To a dancer friend of mine
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| I can’t seem to stay in step
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| 'Cause she comes every time that she pirouettes over me
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming
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| And I’m zipping through the days at lightning speed
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| Plug in, flush out, fire the fucking feed
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| Heading for the overload
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| Splattered on a dusty road
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| Kick me like you’ve kicked before
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| Well, I can’t even feel the pain no more
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming
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| Feel so mesmerized, can’t describe the scene
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| Feel so hypnotized, all inside of me
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| And the sunshine bores the daylights out of me
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| Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery
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| Headed for the overload
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| Splattered on a dusty road
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| Kick me like you’ve kicked before
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| I can’t even feel the pain no more
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming
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| I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping
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| I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming |