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why dont you take the day off and try to repair, a billion others dont seem to care better ideas are stuck in the mud, the motor's runnin on tucker's blood dont let 'em tell you the future's electric, cuz gasolines not measured in metric thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin, and oil company faces are grinnin and now my hands are turnin red and i think that my baby is dead ♥ |
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