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i stole your bike |
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and rode it along the river side |
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let's face it |
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you won't let me fight anyone at all |
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turn up soaking wet |
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just like you'd expect it |
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taste is turning sweet and sour |
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it isn't worth a dime |
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but it takes too long |
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i'm on the other side of town |
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you've got it all wrong |
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unless before the lights grew dimmer |
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very visible |
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the faintest trace of movement makes you |
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true intangible |
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oh how a child would like to find out |
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have you seen his face |
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thunderclouds are gathering up to wipe out |
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your disgrace |
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clean the slate again |
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you took the shortest route |
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cut right through the backroads to the mainline |
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so unreal |
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what is it you imply |
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but it takes to long |
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i'm on the other side of town |
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you've got it all wrong |
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unless before the lights grew dimmer |
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very visible |
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the faintest trace of movement makes you |
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true intangible |
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oh how a child would like to find out |
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takes too long |
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got it all wrong |
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takes too long |
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got it all wrong |