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I'm walking down the street feet tapping to the beat

Head-bobbing, waiting for the crowd to start mobbing

Then I see you standing there with your friends no care

Heatwave coming and the wind blowing in your hair

Yeah the crowd starts shifting and my chances are drifting

And I need to action now or I'll spend my whole life wishing

I would have said hi, how are you, you like your favorite weapon, or deja entendu?

We're flying high together now with your hand in mine

And these places seem better with you by my side

You're like a shield of my protective vision

You're blocking out the positives opposition

Keeping it real as we share a meal and starting to feel

How we always felt about and now we're charting a steal

Of each other's heart, so don't tear us apart we'll stay together to the end because we're state of the art

Yeah we're state of the art

Yeah we're state of the art

I'm walking down the street feet tapping to the beat head bobbing, yeah the crowd starts mobbing

Yeah we're state of the art

I'm walking down the street feet tapping to the beat head bobbing, yeah the crowd starts mobbing

Yeah we're state of the art

I'm walking down the street feet tapping to the beat head bobbing, yeah the crowd starts mobbing

Yeah we're state of the art

I'm walking down the street feet tapping to the beat head bobbing, yeah the crowd starts mobbing

Yeah we're state of the art