Answer
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(Turn
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it
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up)
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Somebody
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save
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your
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soul
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'Cause
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you've
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been
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sinnin'
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in
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this
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city,
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I
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know
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Too
|
many
|
troubles
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All
|
these
|
lovers
|
got
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you
|
losin'
|
control
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You’re
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like
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a
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drug
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to
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me
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A
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luxury,
|
my
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sugar
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and
|
gold
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I
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want
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the
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good
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life
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Every
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good
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night,
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you're
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Answer
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a
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hot
|
one
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to
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hold
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'Cause
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you
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don't
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even
|
know
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I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
Said
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
Somebody
|
save
|
your
|
soul
|
'Cause
|
you've
|
been
|
sinnin'
|
in
|
this
|
city,
|
I
|
know
|
Too
|
many
|
troubles
|
All
|
these
|
lovers
|
got
|
you
|
losin'
|
control
|
You’re
|
|
Answer
|
like
|
a
|
drug
|
to
|
me
|
A
|
luxury,
|
my
|
sugar
|
and
|
gold
|
I
|
want
|
your
|
sex
|
and
|
your
|
affection
|
When
|
they're
|
holdin'
|
you
|
close
|
'Cause
|
you
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
Said
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
Every
|
night,
|
when
|
the
|
stars
|
come
|
|
Answer
|
out
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Am
|
I
|
the
|
only
|
livin'
|
soul
|
around?
|
Need
|
to
|
believe
|
you
|
could
|
hold
|
me
|
down
|
‘Cause
|
I'm
|
in
|
need
|
of
|
somethin'
|
good
|
right
|
now
|
We
|
could
|
be
|
screamin'
|
'til
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
out
|
And
|
when
|
we
|
wake,
|
we'd
|
be
|
the
|
only
|
sound
|
Get
|
on
|
my
|
knees
|
|
Answer
|
and
|
say
|
a
|
prayer,
|
James
|
Brown
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
(Turn
|
it
|
up)
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
My
|
flesh
|
is
|
searchin'
|
for
|
your
|
worst
|
and
|
best
|
Don’t
|
ever
|
deny
|
I’m
|
like
|
a
|
stranger,
|
gimme
|
|
Answer
|
danger
|
All
|
your
|
wrong
|
and
|
your
|
right
|
Secrets
|
on
|
Broadway
|
to
|
the
|
freeway
|
You’re
|
a
|
keeper
|
of
|
crimes
|
Fear
|
no
|
conviction,
|
grapes
|
of
|
wrath
|
can
|
only
|
sweeten
|
your
|
wine
|
But
|
you
|
don't
|
even
|
know
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
Said
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
|
Answer
|
Every
|
night,
|
when
|
the
|
stars
|
come
|
out
|
Am
|
I
|
the
|
only
|
livin'
|
soul
|
around?
|
Need
|
to
|
believe
|
you
|
could
|
hold
|
me
|
down
|
‘Cause
|
I'm
|
in
|
need
|
of
|
somethin'
|
good
|
right
|
now
|
We
|
could
|
be
|
screamin'
|
'til
|
the
|
sun
|
comes
|
out
|
And
|
when
|
we
|
wake,
|
we'd
|
be
|
the
|
|
Answer
|
only
|
sound
|
Get
|
on
|
my
|
knees
|
and
|
say
|
a
|
prayer,
|
James
|
Brown
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
That
|
I
|
can
|
make
|
your
|
hands
|
clap
|
So
|
can
|
I
|
get
|
a
|
handclap?
|
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