| You’re like a rain cloud
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| If it rained mushroom clouds
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| Everybody hits the ground
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| Arms folded, head down
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| You’re like a missile strike
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| Government goes underground
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| Warhead on legs
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| What goes around comes around
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| What goes around comes around
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| Goes around comes around
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| What goes around comes around
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| Goes around comes around
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| What goes around comes around
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| So turn the radio on, so turn the radio up
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| So turn the radio up loud and get down
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| Let your body move, let your body sway
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| Listen to the music play, it’s magick, it’s magick
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| You’re like a storm tower
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| If it had fire power
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| Everything you touch burns
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| Scorched earth, water tower
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| Burned up to the ground
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| Zombies running all around
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| Eventually we hit the mall
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| And knock it down at nightfall
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| So turn the radio on, so turn the radio up
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| So turn the radio up loud and get down
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| Let your body move, let your body sway
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| Listen to the music play, it’s magick
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| I wish I had secret powers
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| I’d find all of the power hungry clowns
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| And I would shut them down
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| Give them radios and heels and
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| Wake them up with jams on
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| Right after I disappear then disarm
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| Disarm, disarm and
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| Watch the record go round
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| Listen to the magick, magick, magick
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| Listen to the magick and watch the record go round
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| Listen to the magick, magick, magick
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| Listen to the magick and watch the record go round
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| What goes around comes around
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| Because what comes around goes around |