[First verse:(wordsworth)]
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Someday U say, U hate music
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Someday U say, Y love it.
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Like on guy i saw.
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He didn't stand this noisy thing at all.
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He just wanted to listen to Whitney Houston all the time
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And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U lose your energy.
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Why don't U wanna try something different,
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instead of that entertaining muzak,
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blow your ears sometime.
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It helps U a lot.
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It opens your mind, to a new dimension.
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U'll find a new side in U.
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And above all,
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your ears are constantly receiving noise anyway,
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all the time.
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U'll never stay in silence, anyway.
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If U want some noise,
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let's make real one,
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and when U want some silence,
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U can enjoy it by listening to an empty cassette,
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for starters. Music exits for totally different moods,
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and after all, it's all the same
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[CHORUS:]
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HC vispila!
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HC vispila!
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HC vispila!
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Tahdomme LIHAA!
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[Second verse:]
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Once I started to talk to you, don't wanna stop at all.
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Now I'm sitting in a van, on the backseat, riding this bullshit.
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Coming back from the First
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Official European Tour. There's
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Stockholm, outside the window,
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old buildigs, King's
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Court, nice place! My head is on a
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melody hill, but my feet are
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constantly waiting to continue
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further. Okay, that's it.
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Next verse I'm gonna sing, is going
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to be written somewhere else, in a
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totally different mood, in a totally
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different atmosphere.
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[CHORUS]
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[Third verse:]
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A man with a .38 in his hand
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what does he look a like? A man in
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suit and a tight tie ora hippie-
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looking junkie? Shock
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the monkey, no, shot the monkey.
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I feel I have to fill this page with a
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nonsense-kind of fow, 'cause my
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mind is so
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fucking stupid. It can't give
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anykinda sign of anykinda
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creativeness. I'm just lying, like
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cows on a field. Now I stop.
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This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes,
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I'll turn into chorus. But please,
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don't forget me...
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[CHORUS]
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Rhytm Is A Cancer
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| Waltari |
