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Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line
Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving
With the WD40 in their veins
The screeching little brakes complain
With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes
I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse
So tell my secretary now to hold on to my calls
I believe i can hear through these walls
Oh please save me, save me from myself
I cant be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd always fall for the underdog
Well I've been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust
A thirty seven thousand fool of wonderlust
And with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind
Oh can't you hear me screaming out now through the telephone line
Oh please save me, save me from myself
I cant be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd always fall for the underdog
Save me, save me, save me...
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