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I hold trouble like Impala trunksKicking songs, like dirt, in the windYeah I sing/float with themlike twenty-three cursive c'sI was made for the rafters, babyIf do or doom, strike a matchAnd turn the whole place all hollowI don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)And now we're preaching $$$$A fortune for the one that never wasWe're stacking tall as ChicagoWe're stacking until the paper waves hit the sunI don't think soI don't know so muchLetras de cancionesI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...)I don't think soI don't know so muchI can't get around itI can't...(I can't get around...) From Letras Mania