| At the tender age of three
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| I was hooked to a machine
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| Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk.
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| Ha! |
| Must have took me for a fool
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| When they chucked me out of school
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| 'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk.
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| But tonight I’m on the edge —
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| Fellas, shut me in the fridge
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| 'Cause I’m burning up! |
| (I'm burning up.)
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| With the vision in my brain
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| And the music in my veins
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| And the dirty rhythm in my blood!
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| They are messing with my heart…
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| And they’re messing with my heart
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| And they’re messing with my heart
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| Won’t stop messing with my… ohh!
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| Ripping me apart!
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| Hyperactive: when I’m small
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| Hyperactive: now I’m grown
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| Hyperactive: and the night is young
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| (And in a minute I’ll blow!)
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| Semaphore out on the floor
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| Messages from outer space
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| Deep heat for the feet
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| And the rhythm of your heartbeat
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| 'Cause the music of the street
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| It isn’t any rapattack
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| It isn’t any rapattack
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| I can reach into your homes
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| Like an itch in your headphones
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| You can’t turn it up
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| I’m the shape in your back room
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| I’m the breather on the phone
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| And I’m burning up But there’s one thing I must say
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| Before they lock me up again —
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| You’d be safer at the back
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| When I’m having an attack!
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| Hyperactive: when I’m small
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| Hyperactive: now I’m tall
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| Hyperactive: as the day is long
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| Hyperactive: in my bones
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| Hyperactive: in your phones
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| Hyperactive: and the night is young
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| Hyperactive: when I’m small
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| Hyperactive: now I’m grown
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| Hyperactivfe: 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Stand up: hyperactivate!
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| Get up: hyperactivate!
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| Wise up: hyperactivate!
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| London: hyperactivate! |