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The sky is blue, the grass is brown |
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My head is buried inside this helmet |
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The ever present threat of parasites |
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So take my hand, let's get these motors running |
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Drive red, so you drive red |
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And I'll drive black, |
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I'll drive black |
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We'll see who's machine was recently serviced |
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We'll slit these rows of good years like a knife |
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We don't fear, we don't fear |
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We don't fear, we don't fear |
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We don't fear these machines |
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I got the scoop, |
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I got the scoop |
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And it doesn't look so good |
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So good for you |
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So you drive red, drive red |
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And I'll drive black, |
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I'll drive black |
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We'll see who's machine was recently serviced |
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We'll cut this row of |
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Goodyear like a knife |
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Like a knife, like a knife, yeah |
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We'll cut this row of |
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Goodyear like a knife |
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So you drive red, you drive red |
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And I'll drive black, |
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I'll drive black |
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We'll see who's machine was recently serviced |
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We'll cut this row of good years like a knife |
