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[00:25.25] You act a pansy, pushover
[00:30.75] Who is that, something says your name
[00:42.95] You seem chancy, moreover
[00:49.18] Do live your fancy, go lower
[00:51.72] The call is mine
[00:55.12] I'm gonna get you up
[00:56.63] The call is mine
[00:59.08] I'm gonna get on top
[01:00.33] On the skew, you're dancing all over
[01:32.40] In a blue suit, orange pullover
[01:43.62] You are the anti-fashion statement
[01:44.43] I'm gonna get on top
[01:52.28] You look like my old dog Rover
[02:01.67] I'm gonna get you up
[02:02.65] The call is mine
[02:04.79] Spit teeth - I can hear you
[02:06.53] Head crash - I can't see you
[02:07.87] I feel your pounding me onto the street
[02:10.96] I've learned to know the taste of concrete
[02:11.75] Why don't you follow me?
[02:12.83] I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
[02:13.85] Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
[02:14.34] Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
[02:15.60] I know this marks the end of my hey-day
[02:16.16] Why don't you follow me
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