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They played something |
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They made something |
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Brand new a baby blue machine |
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Brass tacks, duct tape |
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For the great escape |
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Packed in there like sardines |
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Back and forth |
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East, south, west, north |
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Shred the atlas burn the map |
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Often lost and paths criss-crossed |
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Wake me up, I need a nap |
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They did something |
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Which meant something |
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And that got them some attention |
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Eyes wide, a roller coaster ride |
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Great pride in this invention |
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I think they're selling snake oil |
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At the dog and pony show |
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In the garden gee |
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Would you pardon me? |
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And by the way, how does it grow? |
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The explanation's unexplainable |
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Holding onto something |
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Once dreamt unattainable |
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The course was never charted |
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So don't look into the books |
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The secret's not the recipe |
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It's got to be the cooks |
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They made something |
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They played something |
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Blood, sweat and elbow grease |
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If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen |
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Get out it will increase |
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Last train to where? |
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Hey, get out of here |
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Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed |
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A dash of honesty in the recipe |
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That's the first mistake you've made |
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1, 2, what's in the stew? |
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3, 4, no one's really sure |
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5, 6, what's in the mix? |
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7, 8, this stuff tastes |