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Hyperactive! (heavy breather sub-version)

At the tender age of three

I was hooked to a machine

Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk

Must have took me for a fool

When they chucked me out of school

Cause the teacher knew I had the funk

But tonight I'm on the edge -

Better shut me in the fridge

Cause I'm burning up (I'm burning up)

With the vision in my brain

And the dirty rhythm in my bloodThey are messing with my heart

And they're messing with my heart

And they're messing with my heart

Won't stop messing with me

Ripping me apart !Hyperactive: when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm grown

Hyperactive: and the night is young

And in a minute I'll blowSemaphore out on the floor

Messages from outer space

Deep heat for the feet

And the rhythm of your heartbeat

Cause the music of the street

It isn't any rap attack

It isn't any rap attackI can reach into your homes

Like an itch in your headphones

You can't turn it up

I'm the shape in your back room

I'm the breather on the phone

And I'm burning up

But there's one thing I must say

Before they lock me up again -

You'd be safer at the back

When I'm having an attack!Hyperactive: when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm tall

Hyperactive: as the day is long

Hyperactive: in my bones

Hyperactive: in your phones

Hyperactive: and the night is young

Hyperactive : when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm grown

Hyperactive: 'til I'm dead and goneStand up : hyperactivate!

Get up: hyperactivate!

Wise up: hyperactivate!

London: hyperactivate!

Songwriters

Castellano, Torrance / Anderson, Brett / Robertson, Allison / Ford, MayaPublished by

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