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Locomotion took us there and back |
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We kept our heads, we laid our track |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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The power of steel automation |
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Turn the key for mass ignition |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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Airplanes buzz like Asian flu |
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Jumbo junks on Air fix glue |
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Spaceships built for leisure cruise |
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Baby's feet in brand new shoes |
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Sunday cleaning chrome and steel |
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A man-made god, the automobile |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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Ford protect us in this race |
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To find another parking space |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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Now you know it takes you nowhere |
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Now there's nowhere left to go |
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Every road leads to another |
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Juggernaut noise and petrol fumes |
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Twenty five acres every day |
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To make one mile of motorway |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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Don't breathe the air, it's full of lead |
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Baby's sick, baby's dead |
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Pedestrian wait! |
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Now I've got my head screwed on |
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And my boots are both laced up |
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Don't want to be a precinct puppet |
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I'm going to walk just where I choose |
