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I knew it musta been some big set-up |
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All the action just would not let up |
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It's justa little bit back from the main road |
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Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes |
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I begin to spin the tale |
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You complain about my diction |
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It gives me friction |
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It gives me friction |
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But I like friction |
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My eyes are like telescopes |
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I see it all backwards, but who wants hope? |
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If I ever catch that ventriloquist |
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I'll squeeze his head right into my fist |
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Something comes a-crashin' in |
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What is it, what's the prediction? |
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I'll bet you it's friction |
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I'll bet you it's friction |
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But I like friction |
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How'd the snake get out of the skin? |
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All it took was a little friction |
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Stop this head motion and set sail |
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You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail |
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And I don't wanna grow up |
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It's too much contradiction |
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And too much friction |
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And too much friction |
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I'm crazy about friction |
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F - r - i - c - t- i - o - n |
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Friction |
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Friction |
