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And we're slow to acknowledge the knots on the laces, heart it races. and we go back to where we moved out to the places, heart it races. i brought it in a can and stirred it with my finger singing boom-dadadadadadada boom-dadadada. threw it out the window! and lately you've been tanned. suspicious for the winter with your boom-dadadadadadada boom-dadadada, legs like little splinters! and we're slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces,
heart it races. and we go back to where we move out to the places, heart it races. i sold it to a man and threw him out that window, he went boom-dadadadadadada boom-dadadada, made his wife a widow. heart it races alone. everybody go, boom dadadadadadada boom dadadada