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The Inbreds
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Derailleur
Well now, I've tried everything to make you notice me save shaving off my body hair like Salvador Dali You bring that bike on over here, your dad's best _______ I'm going to eat this raw two wheeler, and my plans, they won't be spoiled
Now I'm afraid about eating plates and station wagons too but I know that I must ride before I fly Now I'm not making promises, excuse me if I do, but you know I'd eat a tractor for you
The derailleur's stuck in my throat, the chain wheel's still to go Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The tires weren't the easy part, the rubber won't pass through The spokes, they were so sharp and hard, I'm bleeding where they scraped I don't think I can go on like this, you know, I must not be in shape
Now, I meant to astonish you with my amazing physical feat, not for you to throw a lump of dirt on my grave Now if you see a bike rider, please remember me You know I meant well if I could not be safe
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