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I caught you looking Don't get this crooked This ain't like old times No hook line, don't push it You got no stronghold on me, oh Look in my eyes And watch 'em roll You got this notion That my heart's open I would say good try But goodbye you joking You gave me this stitch in my side I'm rolling, laughing till I cry Send electric jolts and joules Douse with gas the coals that cooled Conjure a spell with the power to rule There's nothing strong enough to make me your fool I'm sick of these Stupid memories Clouding up my head I'm dead Would you let me breathe Oh-oh I came to dance Don't mean to wreck your plans You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease I'm sick of these Twisted fantasies You think I'll forget I left I wanted to leave Oh-oh Yeah this club bangs Don't make me show my fangs You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease Boy you're lame What a shame She probably already forgot your name Rejected once again Now you're running to her friend Will it ever end From girl to girl up in this place Just treating love like it's a race He thinks he'll finish first But babe expect the worst I hope you know that you're the biggest joke We knew it before you spoke I'm sick of these Stupid memories Clouding up my head I'm dead Would you let me breathe Oh-oh I came to dance Don't mean to wreck your plans You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease I'm sick of these Twisted fantasies You think I'll forget I left I wanted to leave Oh-oh Yeah this club bangs Don't make me show my fangs You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease We've arrived, hyper drive Crank the gears and let 'em fly Listen, quit wishing You can't get in with admission At one till three That's the last you'll see of me Don't it feel good? Don't it feel good? We've arrived, hyper drive Crank the gears and let em fly Listen, quit wishing You can't get in with admission At one till three That's the last you'll see of me Don't it feel good? Don't it feel good? (Hey-ey) I'm sick of these Stupid memories Clouding up my head I'm dead Would you let me breathe Oh-oh I came to dance Don't mean to wreck your plans You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease I'm sick of these Twisted fantasies You think I'll forget i left? I wanted to leave Oh-oh Yeah this club bangs Don't make me show my fangs You were my symptom Now I've cured this disease
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