| I get you ready for the breakdown. |
| I’m the feeling inside you that just wants
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| to explode.
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| I never sugarcoat a shakedown.
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| So empty all your pockets of the things that you think you know.
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| You can bow to the prophet.
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| You can make him an offer.
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| But you’re gonna reap what you sow.
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| I get you ready for the breakdown.
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| I’m the feeling inside you.
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| You know you will never control.
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| Do you know what you’re runnin’on?
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| I know the sound that drags you downtown.
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| Drags you from your job and the hardwired boredom of house.
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| I see you changing from the neck down.
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| Do you walk it like you talk it?
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| Or say it just to hear it out loud?
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| You can drag it for miles.
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| You can make it your style.
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| Never do you much good in the ground.
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| I get you ready for the breakdown.
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| I’m the something inside you that makes you want to slither and howl.
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| Do you know what you’re runnin’on?
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| One good love so don’t let it breakdown.
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| Something in there that never should shutdown.
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| Your precious will.
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| Feed your precious will.
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| Guard your precious will.
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| Your precious will.
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| I get you ready for the breakdown.
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| The finest minds of my generation are all connected to the zeroes and ones.
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| By now you know this is a shakedown.
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| So empty all your pockets of the things you thought you had done.
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| I bowed to the prophet.
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| And I did it so often.
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| He said, man, you look good in my clothes…
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| I get you ready for the breakdown, I’m the feeling inside you.
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| It just wants to explode.
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| Do you know what you’re runnin’on?
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| Answer: Your Precious Will. |