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Its getting Late Late, |
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Tell me what Time it is I, Cant wait, |
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I gotta get back to the house, |
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My show is on, |
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So walk and, Dont run, |
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Its slippery by the pool, |
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and it hurts, |
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you know that it only gets worse, |
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'Cuz the grade is steep, |
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It hit me so hard |
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fear for for my agitated(?), discomposed, disturbed, perturbed and alarmed, |
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I cant believe this works, |
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It makes you supersonic, |
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Your science hurts, |
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So why dont you, |
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Stop it, |
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And switch me chairs, |
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My efforts fall short, |
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but in the long run, lots could strecth foreward, |
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then it'd be almost there, |
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its just a longer ride, |
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so up to full speed, |
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if i can handle it, well we'll see, |
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action takes more than just luck, |
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It needs a well thought plan, |
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its getting good good, |
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turning and dodging like all you should, |
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just as it tosses me out, |
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I'll have to look to land. |
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I think your supersonic |
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Your science hurts, |
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So why dont you, |
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Stop it, |
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And switch me chairs, |
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Its getting Late Late, |
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Tell me what time it is I, Cant wait, |
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I gotta get back to the house, |
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My show is on, |
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So walk and dont run, |
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its slippery by the pool and it hurts, |
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you know trhat it only gets worse, |
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'cuz the grade is steep, |
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I think your supersonic |
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Your science hurts |
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So why don't you, |
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Stop it, |
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And switch me chairs, |
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I think your supersonic |
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Your science hurts |
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So why don't you, |
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Stop it, |
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And switch me chairs |
