mix it up. remix it it it it make it something new and
just fucking get it out there.
get it all out there.
we can no longer be content to leave the workings of others as they are.
the soul is too universal.
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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