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I never locked the door I never stood to gain You coulda founded a state Between the love and hate You coulda landed a plane And if you need a taste You gotta grow your own To do something right Keep it up at night And unplug the phone And you can pile it on And I will tunnel through You can borrow my vibe And make a killing too Never ask me why But I can answer you Here’s a little clue I keep a little book Where I describe the ghosts With their size and shape From shark to ape Now I propose a toast: Letras de canciones On the second floor We write it down in code You gotta punch the clock You gotta polish the rock So it doesn’t erode And I can pile it on And you will tunnel through You can borrow my vibe And make a killing too Never ask me why Don’t pervert the lie With a little truth You gotta testify You can borrow my vibe And make a killing too Never ask me why But I can answer you Here’s a little clue From Letras Mania