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Me and t-bone on the road to town |
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It's like i'm walking with a talking machine |
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Just as soon as he thinks of something else |
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He won't wait to interrupt himself |
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Must be something that he can't quite say |
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He just doesn't want to leave it that way |
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Although he may not know it yet |
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Unless i miss my bet |
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He's just trying to forget |
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What his heart remembers |
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I see that t-bone got an automobile |
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Low-loping and open to the sky |
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All night behind the hurricane wheel |
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Riding in the eye |
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All day underneath the hood |
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Mondo bondo, plastic wood |
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He needs a mile of masking tape |
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He wants to keep his ship in shape |
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Someday to escape |
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What his heart remembers (oh, yes,what his heart remembers) |
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T-bone's not alone, not alone |
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Looks like he gets a second chance |
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It's mamarama and lumalamalu |
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Want to take him to recovery dance |
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He's looking like he gets his meat suit back |
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I guess he must have missed the crack attack |
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Still he's riding for a fall |
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'cause it's written upon the wall |
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That now he must recall |
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What his heart remembers (what his heart remembers) |
