i woke up in the morning
jumping out of my bed
the roses in the window
were painting me red
my clothes were locked in packages
i started to sweat
the naked are the fearless
coming out of my breath
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom
i wrote a note and tore it up
what more could be said
sunlight and the afterglow
some fish to be fed
but music without radios
more alive than dead
i'm walking down the street now
running out of my head
it's gotta be just
just like this
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom
it's gotta be just
just like this
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom
the naked are the fearless
coming out of my breath
i'm walking down the street now
running out of my head
it's gotta be just
just like this
it's gotta be just
just like this
it's gotta be just
just like this
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom-boom,
boom, boom, boom
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