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This sturdy ramp is made of gold |
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With all our weight it's sure to hold |
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Our driveway ends down at the street |
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Out where the shredder can't be beat |
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I practiced moves out in the yard |
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That way the landings arn't so hard |
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You've seen it in a magazine |
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It's not as easy as it seems |
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They filled the pool the other day |
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When all the neighborhood complained |
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It's just a quarter after three |
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And there's no where we've got to be |
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Down at the ditch beneath the sun |
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The shredder takes another run |
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My heart is free to ride away |
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Were you expecting it to stay |
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When your ball |
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Bearings rust |
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You'll eat my dust |
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Call it a favor |
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Sooner or later |
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You're gonna fall |
