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Took the 60 bus |
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Out of downtown Cambell. |
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Ben Zanotto, he was on there he was waitin' for me |
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All the punk rockers |
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And the moon stompers |
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Are out on the corners where |
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They sparing for change |
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I started thinkin'. |
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You know I started drinkin'. |
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You know I don't remember too much of that day. |
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Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money |
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Where do you go now when your only 15? |
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With the music execution and the talk of revolution |
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It bleeds in me and it goes... |
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Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals |
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Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical |
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Give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo |
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The radio was playin' Desmond Dekker was singin' |
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On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill |
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Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin', |
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And we all come from unloving homes. |
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(I said) "Why even bother" and I pick up the bottle |
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Mr. Bus driver please let these people on |
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Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl |
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My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong. |