| Turn me on, turn me on
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| Okay, I feel like I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| I-I, oh turn me on and turn me on
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| I’d like to know what’s going on
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| I’d just like to know what’s going on
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| Breakup in the blue moon and I can’t move
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| And I’m barely holding down
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| And I hope you’ll come around
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| Oh, when we fight
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| Oh, we go all the way to disaster
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| We shine a blacklight on me
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| Oh, we’re like maniacs
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| But then, you look me in the eye
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| You make me wanna cry
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| (Turn me on)
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| Turn me on, turn me on
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| (Turn me on)
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| Okay, I feel like I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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| (Turn me on)
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| (I-I, oh turn me on and turn me on)
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| (Turn me on)
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| Turn me on
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| You like the end of the summer
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| Hold on desperately, ooh
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| And it feels like you’re leaving
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| We pace together, intertwine
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| Shine a glimpse divine
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| We are stronger serpentine
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| Drunk on wine like our old times
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| You say, «Get me out of here»
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| My emotion’s in the stratosphere
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| Your sex to me is mercy
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| 'Bout to be the death of me
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| Over-touching where our souls meet
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| You got me twisted like your bed sheets
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| Soaking through and through
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| And I’m drowning in you
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| And you’re like a boat without me
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| You’re like a bouquet in a bayonet
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| And I might see some strange meridians
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| And some strange latitude
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| You find us vulgar and rude and too loud
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| 'Cause you can’t dumb it down
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| I’d like to know what’s going on
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| I’d just like to know what’s going on
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| I’d like to know what’s going on
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| I’d just like to know what’s going on
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| Breakup in the blue moon and I can’t move
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| And I’m barely holding down
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| And I hope you’ll come around |