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everybody got a right to gothey trippin' at a quarter the moonthe bus stops on a mountain topand the villages of pain, a traditional taleain't she got us in a photo truckshe got stuffed picking a believercan a baby take it to a simpler timethen I'll hear you're mineyou gotta hate it for a fast maturelunch money for a week and a halfthe squad money is good and secureand a uniform, oh good as a laughI bet you swallow in a fashion tienow if you're slipping on back on time(can't hear)if you let me have a time machineanother week it's time to flyyou've been calling in a blink of an eyeyou've been drinking chemical teaand your habitat, you call it thatanother year and you're back againyou're just important too, good as a friendcan a baby take it to a simpler timethen I'll hear you're mine From Letras Mania