Come on, move it along
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nothing to see here
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This railroad's for animals
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nothing but pigs, you're too clean
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Hit run...not pretty enough
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build your own house
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Here's some dirt, be a dear
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go to another station
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or better yet,
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stay in the middle where you belong
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turning the process into a song
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Held my breath
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finally hopped a train
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Hoping it would derail
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Not exactly, not at all
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trying to relate
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but it's a half-baked head shake
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In the middle of the road
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and there's no hits here
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maybe the safest highway known
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Can't believe that time can't stop this train
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Born and bronzed, thought we'd float along
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Never thought we'd need a home, we're animals
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They said vegetables;
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you want butterflies
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Not exactly...not at all
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in the middle of the road
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Not exactly...not at all
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maybe the safest highway known
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Safety Train
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| Gruvis Malt |
