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Oh yeah |
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I spent ten years, half my life |
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Just getting ready, then it was time |
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Warpage in my figures, radios appear |
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Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963 |
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Each night the covers were unfolded |
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Each night it's susie's turn to ride |
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While charles, the one they call her brother |
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Covers on his eyes |
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Murmurs in the background |
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It will be time |
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Oh yeah |
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Susan and her brother, charles the grinning boy |
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Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride |
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Yeah, the radio was on - can't you dig the locomotion |
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Kingdoms of the radio, 45 rpm |
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Too much revolution, then |
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Each night the covers were unfolded |
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Each night it's susie's turn to ride |
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While charles, the one they call her brother |
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Covers on his eyes |
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Murmurs in the background |
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It will be time |
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It's past midnight said charles the grinning boy |
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And looking at me greedily, said it's 1964 |
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In times square now people do the polka |
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Dominance....submission...radios appear |
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This new year's eve was the final barrier |
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Dominance....submission...radios appear |
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We took you up and we put you in the back seat |
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Dominance....submission...radios appear |
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From year to year we looked out for the venture |
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Dominance....submission...radios appear |
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Dominance....submission |
