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Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line |
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Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving |
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With the WD40 in their veins |
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The screeching little brakes complain |
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With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes |
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I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse |
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So tell my secretary now to hold on to my calls |
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I believe i can hear through these walls |
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Oh please save me, save me from myself |
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I cant be the only one stuck on the shelf |
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You said you'd always fall for the underdog |
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Well I've been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust |
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A thirty seven thousand fool of wonderlust |
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And with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind |
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Oh can't you hear me screaming out now through the telephone line |
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Oh please save me, save me from myself |
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I cant be the only one stuck on the shelf |
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You said you'd always fall for the underdog |
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Save me, save me, save me... |
