Well, I'm swearing to God, yeah, I'm so nervous I can't feel anything 'cept the tip of my finger Whenever it comes just might not be the moment Raise the roof, yeah, let's get out of this
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Pay attention, y'all to the sign Pay attention, yeah, to the question Let the energy rise to the moment Yeah, that look in your eyes; no description
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