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(not this one either)
Oh, to speak on one's feet
To beat on one's brain
The popular mechanics are at it again
A tenement filled with side-show freaks
Assembled to downgrade
An immpeccable arrangement
By the soft-rock renegades
And give me time to light
A sentimental torch tonight
I'm a big fan of the pigpen
Sharper than most
Cut with exacto
Gone is all good
Ex post facto
Ba-da-ba-da...
Oh, oh...
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