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Hey, can you tell me |
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What everybody plans to do |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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Where's everybody's going to |
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They're out there on the street |
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They must be elite |
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They got shoes |
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I can't afford on their |
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Quick fast feet |
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They have modified irises |
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Behind opaque lens |
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They're hiding equipment |
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Behind barbed wire fences |
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They have somewhere to go |
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They have somewhere to lurk |
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They have this high-end electronic stuff |
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I wouldn't know how to work |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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What everybody plans to do |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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Where's everybody's going to |
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I'm sitting here on my couch |
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My enthusiasm sinking |
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I don't know where anybody's going |
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I don't know what they're thinking |
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There seems to be some secret |
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That everybody's onto |
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But I just don't seem to get it man |
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Not even if |
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I want toHey, can you tell me |
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What everybody plans to do |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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Where's everybody's going to |
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I got an upright piano |
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That is blocking my door |
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However, my fingers don't obey me |
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So I don't play it anymore |
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I got chains around my ankles |
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That are made out of spaghetti |
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My newspaper's shredded |
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Into so much confetti |
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I tried to make sense of it |
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But my eyes start to bleed |
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Every single page is impossible to read |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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What everybody plans to do |
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Hey, can you tell me |
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Where's everybody's going to |