I flagged him down at the corner
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And he picked me up at the light
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I told him where I was going
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And we drove off into the night
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"How's it going my friend?" I asked him
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Slowly he turned his head
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The taxi driver looked at me
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And this is what he said
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He said...
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*forign sounding gibberish*
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Taxi Driver
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| Stephen Lynch |
