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You get the girls, I'll bring the boys
Turn down the lights, send in some noise
Send in some noise
Close the door, mix yourself a drink
I'll know what you mean when you say what you think
It feels real good with your feet high up in the air
Through states of despair
Put on your boots, get out of you head
Music is dead
Shave you head and cut right through the steel
When you don't know what's real
Cut the conversation short if that's the way you feel
Put on your boots get out of you head
Music is dead
This ain't the sixties anymore
I put on my boots and I shave my head
This ain't the sixties anymore
You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown
No
Send in some noise
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