When time is tight. Huh? You can use it. Uh-huh.
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Gonna break this up. What? Before we lose it. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
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We just let things slide. All the way home.
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Over all these years. And nothing was done.
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Turn over once.
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Turn over twice.
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And now the clock has stopped
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For me and for you
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I'm not afraid
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Of bursting at the seams
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And there's nothing that we can do.
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Gotta check these out (right) He don't like it Uh-huh.
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Got an empty head (huh?) And she can't stand it. Uh-huh uh-huh
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We just let things slide. All the way home.
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Over all these years. And nothing was done.
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Get a hold of his hands
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Hold of this legs
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Hold on curly top
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Hold over blue
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Dragged through the dust
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What do I care?
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And there's nothing that we can do
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Poison
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David Byrne |