| I’m dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| I’m dancing to the beat in my head
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| I’m dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| I’m dancing to the beat in my head
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| Gonna turn them up so loud
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| Gonna drown this whole world out
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| And everyone can see
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| That they won’t bother me
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| So get
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| Out of
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| My way
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| 'Cause I don’t
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| Care what
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| You have to say
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| I wake up in the morning, turn me house key
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| Step into the big old world around me
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| And I hate the fuss of fighting, ya see
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| Hiding in my headphones where ya find me
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| Hey mister, I don’t mean to be rude
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| But it’s too early to have an attitude
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| So I… turn up the volume, take a journey
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| Hiding in my headphones, that’s where I’ll be
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| No wanna hear the chatter of the business man
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| No wanna hear the jingle of the ice cream van
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| No wanna hear the flappin' in the pigeon coops
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| Not even wanna listen to the mornin' news
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| Gonna turn them up so loud
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| Gonna drown this whole world out
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| And everyone can see
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| That they won’t bother me
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| So get
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| Out of
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| My way
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| 'Cause I don’t
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| Care what
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| You have to say
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Just flash your damn light
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| And blow your horn too
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| When you see me not looking
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| Know just what you can do
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| This one’s for the guy dropping girls off to sling some shit (?)
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| He’s got the price, who’s got the stuff, oh I might have it (?)
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| I’m in my mind and I’m trying to listen to music (?)
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| They call my roaming in the lane try not to crash it (?)
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| Tempo is the beat and beats are my feet
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| Bouncing like a drum across the concrete
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| People in the city look so intense
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| I can see them talking but they make no sense
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| And I hate the fuss of fighting, ya see
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| Hiding in my headphones where ya find me
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| Hey mister, I don’t mean to insult
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| But to make small talk would be difficult
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| So I… turn up the volume, take a journey
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| Hiding in my headphones, that’s where I’ll be
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| No wanna hear the beeping of the taxi horn
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| No wanna hear the busker playing saxophone
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| No wanna hear the fellow holding out the paper
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| Not even wanna 'ear a 'ello from me neighbor
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| Gonna turn them up so loud
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| Gonna drown this whole world out
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| I’m hiding in my headphones
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| (Hiding in my headphones!)
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| And everyone can see
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| That they won’t bother me
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| So get
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| Out of
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| My way
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| 'Cause I don’t
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| Care what
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| You have to say
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| Whoo! |
| Yeah!
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Just flash your damn light
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| And blow your horn too
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| Here’s fingers for you
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| When you see me not looking
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| Know just what you can do
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| Now if you’re looking for trouble
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| You’ll get it on the double
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| You don’t know who you’re dealing with
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| I’m a rude boy from out of the town
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| Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head
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| Dancing to the beat in my head, in my head
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| Just dancing to the beat in my head |