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Well some people say it dont mean nothin But i’ve got a little soul, lemme tell ya something. My papa told me the proof’s in th puddin’ So get to work. Do your do good’n Ohh, break, break into action.. Break! Sweet satisfaction. Break! Break into action. Break! Get your satisfaction. Some people say it don’t mean nothin But mama didn't raise no fool, lemme tell ya something My papa raised me with some soul, so I gotta keep it funky n’ whole. Ohh, break, break into action.. Break! Sweet satisfaction. Break! Break into action. Break! Get your satisfaction. I said sweat! Get on the floor and don’t regret Some people say it don’t mean a damn bit of nothing. But i’ve some soul, lemme tell ya something. I got the fever can’t stop groovin, feels so good to get my body movin. (Chorus) Oh yeah, I wanna satisfy ya, I ain’t gonna lie, i wanna set your goove on fire. Papa said, the proofs in the puddin Oh papa said what you should and what you shouldn’t Ooo you know he told me, you gotta do your do good’n baby, Do the duty to your booty and shake it funky momma.

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So is this it?  Is this our mass destruction?  I think it could be  It could be our last party  It's not the reason why I break  It's not the colors that you take  It's not the photos on the wall  Somebody please just help me  I'm running form me  I'm running from all my problems  I think I could be  I think I could be somebody  It's not the words that I can't say  It's not my heart that you must break  It's not the lack of absent cause  It's not the feeling we're so small  It's not your fault  It's 'cause we were doomed from the start  It's not your fault  Somebody please just help me

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Shanghaied, I felt you creepin' like a landslide, you captured me when my hands were tied and I couldn't find my way home, Tanqueray, I shouldn't drink, when I'm in a state of desperation, your temperament has got me chilled to the bone, I'm on a boat on a stream, in the middle of a dream, and there's sharp rocks up ahead, there's a drop off to the left, I think I'm headed for that cliff (oh oh oh oh), Scapegoat, I'll be your (incomprehensible) foot, note you can be my concubine, quote, end quote, but I still don't think that its right, make do, you bite off more than you can chew, I bet you thought you had a pair of shoes, I bet you thought you could fly, there's some shacks down in the back, with a steam train rolling fast, when I'm tied up on the rails, it's either this end or all hell, my choice is obvious as well (oh oh oh oh), 'cause when the rain fell, nothing ever seemed to grow, and now the skies churn, a purple shade of indigo, and you've got nobody left to blame, 'cept me the mud the month of May, of course we live on a flood plain, she's mad at the world, if I could leave, I'd find somewhere else to go, maybe Kansas, Canada or Mexico, but I cant go because of my curse, quickly came and went, she's probably on the (incomprehensible), so mad at the world, Scapegoat, I'll be your beggar, Bigfoot, note you can be my concubine, quote, end quote, but I still don't think that its right, make do, you bite off more than you can chew, I bet you thought you had a pair of shoes, I bet you thought you could fly, there's some shacks down in the back, with a steam train rolling fast, when I'm tied up on the rails, it's either this end or all hell, my choice is obvious as well (oh oh oh oh), 'cause when the rain fell, nothing ever seemed to grow, and now the skies churn, a purple shade of indigo, and you've got nobody left to blame, 'cept me the mud the month of May, of course we live on a flood plain, she's mad at the world, if I could leave, I'd find somewhere else to go, maybe Kansas, Canada or Mexico, but I cant go because of my curse, quickly came and went, she's probably on the (incomprehensible), so mad at the world

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In bygone days gentlemen all kept their blade and their gun by their hand. They draw their weapons at their first dirty word, but I traded in my pistol for two rackets and a bird. You've done me wrong, mm that's a fact, you called me yellow behind my back. You spoke vulgar language, here's my retort, gonna smack your shallow popgun around that badminton court. Well I don't go for bullets, don't go for boats, don't go for brawling and getting blood on my clothes. Don't go for cussing when I'm settling my score, so I'll offer declaration on the badminton court. You've done me wrong, mm that's a fact, you called me yellow behind my back. You spoke vulgar language, here's my retort, gonna smack your shallow popgun around that badminton court. Say friends, what do you do on the badminton court? (smack the bird) Oh, what do you do on the badminton court? (smack the bird) Let's smack it! So grab your racket, grab your shorts, take the field for some manly sport. When the sun is high and the breeze is cool. I challenge every scoundrel to a badminton duel. You've done me wrong, mm that's a fact, you called me yellow behind my back. You spoke vulgar language, here's my retort, gonna smack your shallow popgun around that badminton court.