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RANCID
...AND OUT COME THE WOLVES |
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She's Automatic
The way that she moves well I was aroused impowered, impassioned by every move
it's cold outside we need a place to hide go into the club to thaw out for the
night she's automatic the way that she moves she asked me if I would stand by
her side like glue that I would till the end of the night my head was spinnin'
a million miles an hour the chance I was takin' I get anxious around her she
put her head on my shoulder I started to hold her swingin' and swayin' the
morning began
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