You believe in anything
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They tell you how to think
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The simpletons all circle
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In the raging roller rink
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I'm trading in the alley
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I'm booking up a storm
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Forget about reality
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Cause nothing is the norm
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Yeah yeah
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So what can you do
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You say
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They owe me a few yeah
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Blue tip of your cue yeah
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You got that look on your face
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You'd like to be in the race
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You cannot hide your disgrace
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You leave without a trace
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All set to weary your heartland
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Black and white tv
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Stroking all the gunheads
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Into the ninth degree
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You here the screamers coming
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They clamour in disguise
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You think that you'd be running
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To the other side
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Yeah yeah
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So what can you do
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You say
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They owe me a few yeah
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Blue tip of your cue yeah
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You got that look on your face
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You'd like to be in the race
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You cannot hide your disgrace
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Can't fill an empty space
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(Ahh)
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You stupify the thinkers
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(Ahh)
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You're hugging all the flakes
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(Ahh)
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And all the things you think are true
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(Ahh)
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Only mystify the fakes
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Well keep your hat on backwards
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And keep your lips tucked in
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The world is full of quackers
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And belly button rings
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I know you'd like to be immune
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To the things they say
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You're hung up on your heroes
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And upon the beast you pray
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Yeah hey
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What can you do
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You say
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Well they owe me a few yeah
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Blue (blue) tip of your cue yeah
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You got that look on your face
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You'd like to be in the race
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You cannot hide your disgrace
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You leave without a trace
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You got that look on your face
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You'd like to be in the race
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You cannot hide your disgrace
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You leave a bitter taste
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Blue Tip
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| The Cars |
