Sending out a mayday, wea??re going down. The thing we could've done would've turned it round. Everything we had, scattered everywhere. Searching through
Up here sedated in my seat, Can't wait until i can see my feet And run away from stupid things i've said I'll be here a few days from now, We'll talk
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I've got a feeling D'you know the meaning I want to let it out of my mind I've got a secret D'you wanna know it I do it when I get high I got it
One, two, three, four Tell me what you want and nothing more, more, more I don't know, I don't know I don't know anybody else I don't know, I don't know
New York style, style, style, style New York City New York City girl New York City New York City girl You grew up ridin' the subways, runnin' with people
You are not anyone Don't sadden my life You got to leave on Sunday night It seems I'll feel all alone You know the tears are in my eyes I need some
Open your eyes, open your eyes Open your eyes, open your eyes Open your eyes, open your eyes Love is freewheeling, keeps me wakin' all night long But
Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Cocaine, cocaine to go Straight to your brain Hold on, I think the game is over Hold on and try again to feel all
Woh ho ho Yeah he yeah Just rockin' to the music... Dance... Dance... I know it's foolish but I like your touch It keeps me movin' till I've had
Strike it up, this band is gonna play my tune Strike it up, I wanna, I wanna tell you so Strike it up, nobody's gonna stop my sound Strike it up, you
Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody
Gonna get up, gonna get up Gonna get up, whoa Gonna get up, gonna get up Gonna get up, ooho And time won't take My love away Ooho, ooho, ooho, ooho
Get down Get down Get down Get down Get down Every man has a place In his heart there's a space And the world can't erase his fantasies Take a ride
Strike it up, this band is gonna play my tune Strike it up, I wanna I wanna tell you so Strike it up, nobody's gonna stop my sound Strike it up, you know
Picture this, a small black box To open it, unlock the locks As I dissect in retrospect this scene You turned it on like a machine A mechanizing go-between