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I'm working at a service station |
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Working myself into the ground |
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I don't have a sink to wash my face in |
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What about the information? |
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New Beetles are coming from every wave |
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Crowds that come here to worship and pay |
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I heard 'em on the radio station |
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What about the information? |
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[Chorus] |
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And you try and you try and you try and you try |
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And you point to the sky and you don't know why |
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In a book or a face you will look for your place |
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And you point to the sky and you don't know why... why... why... why |
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Ministers fall into Presidents' clothes |
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Presidents fall into evil control |
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This is the hole I put my faith in |
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What about the information? |
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[Chorus] |
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Spoon it up slowly until they come [x2] |
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[Chorus] |
