Transport is Arranged
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transport is arranged
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You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
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You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills
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Well I've been thinking for days about the means and the ways that I could
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hate all I touch
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I know you're my lady but I could trickle, I could flood
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A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love
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All the above
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Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged
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Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece
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Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street
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Well I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind
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I wanna cremate the crutch
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I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning
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I heed the surgeon's warning -- pillars of eights
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I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord
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He is abstract and bored -- too much milk and honey
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Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
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but a compass and a canteen
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Settin' the scenes
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Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged
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Transport is Arranged
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pavement |