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	作词 : Residents
	Walking where the windy stops
	The tops of trees are bare
	Where'd you go, you didn't say
	And I was so upset
	And I saw a thousand motorcycles
	As they made meat out of Mars.
	Way to go
	You know the way
	To San Jose in cars.
	Let the best of Wild Wild West
	Digest and have some tea.

	zuò cí : Residents
	Walking where the windy stops
	The tops of trees are bare
	Where' d you go, you didn' t say
	And I was so upset
	And I saw a thousand motorcycles
	As they made meat out of Mars.
	Way to go
	You know the way
	To San Jose in cars.
	Let the best of Wild Wild West
	Digest and have some tea.