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Put on your shoes
Cuz I'm already gone
Nothing to loose
Cuz I've known all along
Remember that show
On a Tuesday night
I lost your string
And now you're a freelance kite
Didn't think you'd try
Didn't think that's right
I just think I might
I just think I'll try it
Give me something we can groove on
Something to improve on
We are some of the chosen few
We ain't got no curfew
I should've known
That your moves are blind
Let's get to the core
Of this apple rind
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