a thrill seeker
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Two weeks from anywhere
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Sets his mind to the task at hand
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But he knows first he?l have to beat their fence.
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So he goes, drops right in,
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just as the guards come closing in ?ound him.
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Send him back to the drawing board again
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He?l have to be more punk next year.
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With nothing to show for it all, but his hand
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Punk enough next year
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with nothing to show for it all but a gimpy hand.
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Thrill Seeker
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| Over It |
