Krassy Halatchev, Laurie Gordon
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JUNKIES OF THE RHYTHM
Tic-toc, clic-clac, clock hands moving like a picture
Flip-flop, hip-hop, foxtrot - pepper to the mixture
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just like always you make a very tall impression
And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Flying bits of crass and nasty information
You're hot and fuming - so compelled to say "correction", your Honour
You see right through me and you freeze me with obsession
And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm
And I glide like a kite, never felt more alive
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