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Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line Put one foot on the road now where the sybourges are driving with the WD40 in their viens the screeching little breaks complain With the brief case empty and the holes in my shoes I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls I believe I can hear through these walls Oh please save me Save me from myself I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf You said you'd always fall for the underdog Well I've been dreaming of jettreams and kicking up dust a thirty seven thousand foot wonderlust and with skyline number nine ticked off in my mind oh can you hear me screaming out through the telephone line Oh please save me save me from myself I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf You said you'd awlways fall for the underdog From Letras Mania