The Rascals - Freakbeat Phantom (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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Resting himself on his crutches
Suspicious stories which are fake
Laughter was growing around in a strangers house
Holding his stutter in his hands
And carving his words to demand
Pshycotic bionic he was
as he splutters his words

Touched by the Freakbeat Phantom
I'm holding on
Touched by the Freakbeat Phantom
I'm holding on

Confusion cuts in the air
If I was granted one wish
I'd wisk off the girl
in the white jeans for a single night

Revising thoughts of stately home
as the party continues
The bright lights illuminates the
The Freakbeat illuminates the night

Touched by the Freakbeat Phantom
I'm holding on
I'm holding on

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