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and i would like |
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to tell you waht's true |
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but what's the point |
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i can't get to you |
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and i connot get a date |
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you know me |
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i'll be ;late |
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i shuffle my feet |
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to the beat on the city street |
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and i don't wanna |
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lay you a line |
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i haven't had a motor |
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in quite some time |
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materials are rubbish |
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and since i've grown |
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the less i have |
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the more i own |
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i shuffle my feet |
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to the beat on the city street |
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don't get in my way |
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i gotta deadline to meet |
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don't ask me for change |
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i barely eat |
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nothing stops me |
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once my feet hit the concrete |
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shuffle my feet |
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shuffly my feet to the beat |
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on the city street |
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boy |
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don't get in my way |
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i gotta deadline to meet |
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don't ask me for change |
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i barely eat |
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nothing stops me once my feet |
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hit the concrete |