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They played something
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They made something
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Brand new a baby blue machine
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Brass tacks, duct tape
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For the great escape
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Packed in there like sardines
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Back and forth
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East, south, west, north
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Shred the atlas burn the map
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Often lost and paths criss-crossed
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Wake me up I need a nap
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They did something
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Which meant something
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And that got them some attention
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Eyes wide
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A roller coaster ride
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Great pride in this invention
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I think they're selling Snake oil
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At the dog and pony show
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In the garden gee
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Would you pardon me
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And by the way how does it grow
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The explanation's unexplainable
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Holding onto something
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Once dreamt unattainable
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The course was never charted
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So don't look into the books
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The secret's not the recipe
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It's got to be the cooks
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They made something
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They played something
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Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
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If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen
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Get out it will increase
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Last train to where?
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Hey get out of here
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Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed
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A dash of honesty in the recipe
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That's the first mistake you've made
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1, 2 what's in the stew
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3, 4 no one's really sure
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5, 6 what's in the mix
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7, 8 this stuff tastes
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| The Mighty Mighty Bosstones |
