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The lanes were silent |
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There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles |
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I doused our friendly venture |
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With a hard-faced, three-word gesture |
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I started something, I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me |
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I started something and now I'm not too sure |
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I grabbed you by guilded beams |
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Uh, that's what tradition means |
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And I doused another venture with a gesture |
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That was absolutely vile |
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I started something, I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me |
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I started something and now I'm not too sure |
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I grabbed you by guilded beams |
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Uh, that's what tradition means |
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And now eighteen months' hard labor |
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Seems fair enough |
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I started something and I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me |
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I started something and now I'm not too sure |
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I started something, I started something |
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Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me |
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Typical me, typical me, typical me |
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I started something and now I'm not too sure |
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Okay, Stephen? Do that again? |
