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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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