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I knew it musta been some big set-up |
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All the Action just would not let up. |
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It's justa little bit back from the main road |
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where the silence spreads and the men dig holes. |
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I start to spin the tale |
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you complain of my diction |
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You give me Friction |
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But I dig Friction |
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You know I'm crazy about Friction |
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My eyes are like telescopes |
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I see it all backwards: but who wants hope? |
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If I ever catch that ventriloquist |
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I'll squeeze his head right into my fist. |
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something comes tracking down, |
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What's the prediction? |
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I'll betcha it's Friction... |
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Stop this head motion...set the sails. |
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You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail. |
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there's too much contradiction |
